I’ve eaten eggs and bread for breakfast on 22 of the 38 days I’ve been on the Race. Sadly no bacon and very rarely toast, but I titled this knowing that my family would immediately sing the Parks & Rec jingle and hopefully get a grin out of it. This is my journaled prayer, from the fifth day of October in the year 2017, day 30 of the World Race:
Hey dude,
Thanks for taking care of my heart so well. My flesh has spurts of misery but my heart is so satisfied in how you love me. Thank you for the rest I find in not having to work for your attention. Thank you for the chance to spend a moment alone. Thank you for the sweet souls that surround me, and thank you for letting them out number the harsh tongues. Help me be one of those souls. Thank you for people that are loving me from oceans away. Thank you for giving me people that don’t give up on me here, and people that don’t forget about me because I’m gone. Thank you for my moments of loneliness here, as it they’ve shown me time and time and TIME again how abundantly you’ve blessed my life back home. Thank you for giving me something so sweet to go back to, and thank you for holding my hand and my heart until I get home to you. Thank you for being a God that that walks me home instead of waiting for me at the gates. Today, yours Lord.
-g
I found that in my journal from my second day of debrief, along with a list of ten things I was thankful for. Reading over it I have to laugh because number eight is literally “toast for bfast”. What has my life come to that toast for breakfast is a victory? I think the better question is what has my heart come to that it delights in such small things? A better posture, I think. I get hyped up in the little things, like a toilet flushing, a bike only having one flat tire instead of two, or another night sleeping lice free. I’m enjoying it, truly. I laugh every time something goes wrong, like the laundry lady dying three of my shirts pink thanks to to the pants featured in the previous blog, or the walk through a quarter of a mile through shin deep muddy water to get to our debrief hostile. There are WAY too many victories today to be bothered and burdened by a few bumps or another day of eggs for breakfast.
Life Updates:
We are back in Battambang after a debrief in Siem Reap, which was AMAZING for my soul(and my stomach, I didn’t realize how much I missed Italian and Mexican food). So much wisdom and encouragement spoken over me in such a short amount of time was so so so sweet and very needed. My ministry has changed to allow my team to serve together more, so starting this week I am teaching English classes at our host home in the morning and continuing outreach in the afternoons. I’m excited. Life is good. Even better, God is good.
Blessins,
-g
