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I’m sitting at debrief, first one, in a little African jungle hostel. It’s a moment of rest before we go out again for Month 2 in Zimbabwe. My team is going to Bulawayo, the second largest city in Zim, and we will be with a Baptist church there. Month one came and went faster than I wish.
I’ve learned some sweet things about myself and about the Lord this month, which I’m excited to continue to navigate through. I’m a doubtful being, skeptical and logical in most cases. That has been tested this month, as I bring to light parts of my doubt, and expose it to the light. Currently I am learning about both sides of God, not just the LOVING Father but the JUST Father, and how sometimes we bend God to fit our needs, to be more palatable and tasteful for us to consume.
I think of my best friendship. I do not expect them to be only what I need of them. I don’t just come to them in times of need. A relationship is constant, through the good and bad, in the little things. I learned this month how to invite God into every little space: because in reality he is already there, but the act of verbally inviting him reminds you of his presence. How sweet. Today I did that practice as I woke up, traversed down the road in the sweet morning glow, and ate fruit loops. Did you know they have fruit loops in South Africa? J
In the sweet moments, in the tiring moments, long and short moments,
I close my eyes and feel the wind of peace, like a breeze: gentle. Comforting. Welcoming. Soothing.
Is this God?
This is God.
Stare at the tangling of vines that canopy outside your window, hear the birds banter in the mornings, breathe in the crisp morning air and try to argue that there is not a God.
He is BIG, beyond my understanding, bigger than my doubt, bigger than my insecurities. In each wrestling moment with God I feel a pull closer, closer to truth, closer to peace, closer to love.
One thing that I know is that this is good. This “trip”, its good. It’s real, It’s hard, It’s pure.
My strength alone is just not enough.
My friendships in this community are strikingly beautiful, we fight for each other. We go to battle. We are fierce, we are ready, we are honest, and we are messy.
There is nothing you can do to prepare you for what you will encounter in the world outside of America.
We soak it up. We praise, we praise, we praise.
