It's six other women, Pete, and I
We spend most of our time here.
Pete owns the house.
He inhereited it
He's twenty years old
He works night shifts and sleeps through the days.
We rely on him.
He is our only communication link.
He gets us water (or is supposed to).
He gets us transportation.
My patience has been tested
I've found myself relying on him.
And then I'm reminded
I don't need to rely on him,
man will never meet my needs.
I need to rely on God, in all circumstances,
even this one.
He must want us here,
in this house,
for hours upon hours each day.
If he didn't we'd have a ride
We'd have work to do
We'd have a busy schedule.
So instead of being disgruntled at the work we're not doing
I'm going to be thankful
I worship a God that provides,
a God that is reliable and a God that knows whats better for me than I ever could,
So ministry in Malaysia this month looks a little different.
It's quiet, our schedules are free,
And we're stuck in a house.
But as long as I'm putting my reliance in my Creator I'm okay with that.
