Hey friends. I haven’t posted a blog in a hot minute. I couldn’t really tell you why honestly. Only that there are some times when I just don’t want to. With any of it. On this trip, most people see highlights and healings and adventure. And yeah, a lot of that is there. But what often isn’t shown is when time just kind of stops. The waiting. The discomfort. And none of it really makes sense. It becomes hard, scary, frustrating. I become apathetic and doubtful. When I got to Guatemala, I thought it was beautiful. The people are lovely, the sun is shining, the fruit is fresh. But I found a home in India. And I didn’t want to leave. But that’s kind of the whole point. With God, location doesn’t matter. Hearts matter & intention. I thought that the only place I should be was India because that’s where I found intention & purpose & family. But that’s the test. None of us are called to be missionaries for a season. We are all missionaries. We all carry the ability and power to spread the love of Jesus. So I’m in Guat, a lot of me doesn’t want to be here. A lot of me wants to go home, or back to India. But I’m here. So what am I going to do with the time I am given? That will always be the question. What will we do with the time we are given? I’m going to love. Share. Cry. Search. Push. Press. Pull. Because waiting for something that isn’t even promised is just a waste of time. So don’t wait; push in. And watch. He will move. He always does!
I’m coming home in 2 months and then this whole season is just a memory. That’s terrifying. But I won’t walk away with a timer that finally goes off. Im asking God to ring out these 2 months for me, to ring me out. To use it all. Because I will never get this again. Wherever you are, even if you think you will, you will never get it again. Not exactly.
So treat it all as such. And act!
