After 60+ hours on buses with a day layover in Lima I have finally made it to Cusco, Peru! My team and I will be living and serving here at Calvary Chapel Cusco for the rest of December. We started with meeting the staff and long term missionaries here, learning what we’d be doing day to day (cleaning, kid’s & Christmas programs, evangelizing, etc), finding the grocery store and unpacking our backpacks into our shared space.
The next morning was started with a devotional time here at the church. It was encouraging and opened with 1 Corinthians 15:58 ‘Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.’
As excited and expectant as I was for this place I couldn’t ignore the weight of exhaustion I was feeling. We talked about those feelings as a team. Kind of trying to identify where it was coming from; packing? ministry? homesickness? 119 hrs on buses so far? And also trying to fight it and give our 110% moving forward. Together we identified the importance of sabbath and how lately it’s gotten pushed aside. We’ve been incorporating more adventure and errand running into our sabbath rest day each week.
So after praying for help in resting we started our day’s ministry tasks. First up was cleaning out and organizing the church’s laundry/storage room. Not even five minutes in arms full I slip into a small hole in the yard outside. Pain sparks in my ankle and my first thought is “crap somethings broken.please don’t tell me I broke it” my team freezes and looks at me with those same thoughts written across their faces. Quickly they help me get ice, Tylenol and elevation. How’s it going now you ask? Well we don’t think it’s broken, prob just sprained. I’m currently laying up with my swollen ankle, getting monitored by my sweet family here and getting some rest. God is as good at answering prayers as he is creative at it.
