Written March 14,
2010
 
My last year at NAU, one of the things that gave me the most
joy was walking to class and seeing something like this on the ped way.
 
 
How can you not smile when someone leaves messages like that
around campus?
 
Another one that stuck with me was this:
 
So much so that when I saw someone had taken a picture and
uploaded it to Facebook, I downloaded it.
It plays through on my screensaver to this day.
 
In fact, it played through on my screensaver today, and the
timing was… very apt.
There’s been a stomach bug running around through the World
Racers here at KIM, and now I’m down with it.
I’ve been pretty miserable the last forty-eight hours. Finding
anything positive in being sick had
been a challenge.
 
Found it I have, though.
You see, my camera stopped working just before New Wine back
in New Zealand.
For some reason, I decided yesterday to try one more time to
charge the battery and see if it would work before I sent it home at
the end of the month.
It did. Work, that is.
 
And as hard as I tried to make room for movies to come along
with me on the race, I couldn’t.
I left behind all
my favorite movies, and my favorite tv shows on DVD, too.
But someone else did bring movies, and last night I got to
watch an all-time favorite.
 
God has provided precisely what I needed these last
forty-eight hours, truthfully speaking.
Sprite to ease my stomach, Gatorade so I don’t get
dehydrated, and crackers.
Plus teammates and squad mates both to sit for a few
minutes, or a few hours, and talk with me, and pray with and for me.
Hearts willing to cover my nursery shift(s).
Not to mention fabulous time alone with God. There’s been
heaps of that.
 
I know a common lesson World Racers seem to take away from
being sick is learning to rest, and rest in God.
But that’s not really the lesson I’ve taken away.
This month, I’m learning just how amazingly God cares for
and provides for His own.
In the last couple of days, I’ve seen firsthand how
wonderfully He takes care of me, especially when I can’t care for myself.
If there was nothing else I could find happiness in, given
the circumstances, that would be enough – because He doesn’t just take care of
me and provide what I need.
He gives me the things He knows will make me happy AND draw
me closer to Him.
What could be better than that?