well hey there!
been in the jungle of costa rica for almost two weeks now, & God has been speaking & doing a lot here already which is pretty rad.
as we drove from the airport to our base here in puerto viejo, my eyes couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the amount of green before me. God really just kept dipping His paintbrush back into the greens of His palette & i’m all about it. it’s just super lush & apparent here that a lot of stuff is growing. monkeys swing above my head, sloths move slowly past our gate, ants cut trails & scorpions fall right into my lap (literally). when i look around at my backyard the abundance of the Lord is pretty dang evident.
anywhos im pretty thankful for it all. & it being month eight of my race, i’ve been thinking a lot about all that i’ve walked through & everywhere i still have yet to place my feet & my heart. something i’ve been struggling with a little here is that it’s never really dry. & maybe as an oregon gal you think i’d be used to that, but y’all humidity here is a different ball game entirely. i still get to slosh through mud, but now i never have to use lotion & my towel never dries.
something Holy Spirit told me the first couple days here was about sweat & hear me out here. He told me “sweat is where living water meets the fire.” & i’ve just been sitting on it a little. sweat is sticky, uncomfy & usually just not a good time, but it’s also a way our body stays healthy. i really don’t enjoy being sweaty at all, but i am actually pretty grateful for it cause without it the heat would be too much. as we’re in the fire of something hard, God is still pouring into us. a give & take if you will. a little less of us & a little more of Him. the balance of those two things can be a lil tricky sometimes, but i think it’s worth leaning into.
“Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and waves have gone over me.” Psalm 42v7
so all that to say, in month eight i’m still being poured into. i’m still drinking from the river of His love, & it still refreshes my soul. maybe i should feel weary at this point of the journey, but it’s kind of impossible for me to leave His presence feeling empty because His love isn’t a reservoir that dries up. thanks God for sweat, rain, growth, green & living in abundance.
much love,
erika
