Mozambique. Since moving contacts I have been under attack, from the sun, the earth, the enemy and myself. I have to remind myself on a daily (sometimes hourly basis) that God has me on the race for a reason. Even though my tushi is on fire because I sit on the scorching hot earth to pull up tiny stubborn leaves of grass that are growing between the rows we hoed up last week for planting, and my fingers are burning from digging through that same hellishly hot sand/dirt, Jesus did FAR worse, and He did with a loving heart.
So even when I’m scraping questionable paint in a room that smells like a mixture between a barn and death, I am reminded that the Creator of the universe was born in a stable, a STABLE and died nailed to a cross thirty-three years later. We may not have water and be sharing a toilet (that doesn’t work because there is no water) all twenty of us, but Jesus traveled with 12 stinky men and He washed their feet. The Son of God washed the feet of men, including the one who betrayed Him. So as I’m sitting here dreading tomorrow’s sunrise, kinda praying that maybe it won’t come, I’m reminded that I’m sure I can do this. Granted Jesus is God and I am not (a lesson that I am learning every day) a dose of humility never hurt anyone. I’m going to go DEET up and finish getting ready for bed. Thank you God for: Water filters, DEET, mosquito nets, sunscreen, ALOE, hats, bandannas, soap, buckets, refrigeration, shade, breezes, hammocks, tweezers, and fans, OH FATHER THANK YOU FOR FANS!! Amen
