Sometimes I forget…
Sometimes I forget God has blessed me with the opportunities
to spend over 19 months of my life not in America, so as to be able to
understand people whose first language isn’t English well and communicate
effectively in any country with a combination of simple language, hand motions
and tossing in random phrases in the local dialect, like thank you (I can say
thank you in 18 languages…).
Sometimes I forget that God blessed me with the opportunity
to travel around the world, gaining street smarts and insight into how to
effectively act and integrate into local cultures. (As an American, this means
keeping my voice down in public, as we have a tendency to be VERY Loud, and
dressing appropriately. It also burdens me to learn as much of the local language
as possible so as to appease the populace and win favor with new friends).
Sometimes I forget that absolutely everything I have or ever
have had is a blessing-all material objects, all family, friends and
experiences, all of it are blessings, not rights or guaranteed.
Sometimes I forget that I didn’t always pray believing God
is faithful and will answer.
Sometimes I forget I didn’t always know who I was in Christ
and that it was the process of many months/years to learn to walk in this
identity.
Sometimes I forget the wisdom God has both taught me and
released in me didn’t come overnight, but through time and space and being
still with Him.
Sometimes I forget I don’t have all the answers and I don’t
need to.
Sometimes I forget my life before Christ got a hold of me.
Sometimes I forget it’s a process and to have patience with
myself and those I am in leadership over.
Sometimes I forget to just be still and rest in God’s
presence.
Sometimes I forget…
But God is faithful to remind me and draw me close again.
