I am exhausted. Truly exhausted.
But in my line of work that is an
indicator that the job is getting done well.
The last month has been tough on all
levels.
Physically, the 115-degree heat,
coupled with the general nature of laying a granite foundation with
nothing but two hands, has left my body feeling broken, burned, and
bruised, but that’s just what I was aiming for.
Emotionally, I am drained. We’re about
to begin month 10; parts of me feel like this journey has lasted 10
years, but at times it seems like its been just 10 weeks. The
temptation to daydream about home has hit us all in a big way in the
last couple of weeks. We learned our arrival date back in the States
this month. I will be flying into Nashville on the morning of July
31st.
Spiritually I am taking time and
refilling. I now know what Jesus was talking about when it says he
feels the power getting
drained from him when the woman reaches out and touches his clothes
and is healed. I have never in my life had an experience that made me
understand Jesus’ discipling like this. Hundreds of people have come
up to us this month asking for healing, asking for blessings, asking
to know HIS story. I thank God that I did not hold back in pouring
out the Spirit to all who asked, after all we have been told to
freely give like we have so freely received, but I need some
spiritual refueling before heading off to Europe.
From
day one our organization has preached brokenness to us, promising us
that we will spend seasons of this year being broken for different
things, people, causes, and reasons. I’ve definitely experienced my
share of such brokenness, and I feel like this is sort-of my “give
me one last boost of supernatural energy” phase, to not just
make it through the
last two months, but to make them the best
two months. Please be intentional in lifting me up to Abba in the
next few days, asking him to fill me up once again.
