This is month six.
Valentine's Day was the official "Hump Day" of our entire Race.
The halfway point.
The peak.
The top of the mountain.
India itself is the "middle month" of the eleven and it's definitely lived up to its place as the Wednesday of my Race.
It's been the month of exhaustion and weather extremes (y'all, I'm from Georgia..but this place is HOT). It's been the month when everything is due and everyone wants to meet and have me complete so many projects, but there just doesn't seem to be enough time.
It's been the month when all I want to do is sleep because my body is absolutely empty and void of any sort of motivation to move forward and persevere. It's been the month where the cafeteria food (or street food in this case) just isn't good enough to write home about, but I can't help but look forward to the Friday specials (do y'all remember these in high school?). It's been the main course meal that didn't quite live up to what you'd hoped, but was satisfactory at the same time, yet not enough so that I'm not looking forward to dessert – Central America.
It's been a month and I'm still in it.
It's been the greatest and worse Wednesday. I've been stretched the most in certain areas – to look beyond what I have or want or wish I had to help me get through all of this and to search the Word tirelessly for all that it has to offer. I'm definitely reaching beyond my feelings of inadequacy and putting on a fresh shirt so I at least feel a bit more rejuvenated to finish the drill and write this thing out like it should be written – to the end.
Six months in and I'm weary, but we all get weary.
God is good, still.
He's provided ample opportunities for me to talk with family members, which has been so wonderful after losing my grandfather last month. Three weeks ago.
He has provided so many sweet FaceTime and iMessage conversations with friends back home that have lifted me higher than I thought I could be lifted.
He has given me a community to fall back on (both here and at home) in the face of really tough news that has weighed so heavily on my heart and calls for so much tearful intercession.
He has allowed me to be "present" for some of the sweetest events in the lives of my two best friends that I wouldn't trade for the entire universe.
He has given me good music to dance to and good poetry to fill my heart.
He has provided safety and a few good friend dates with the people here I find it so easy to be with – kindred spirits. Talk about rejuvenation. Our God is just all about filling us, sweet things! He absolutely loves it!
Our God really is good, even on a Wednesday.
If only I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and find rest.
How far away I would flee;
I would stay in the wilderness.
I would hurry to my shelter
from the raging wind and storm.
-Psalm 55:6-8
