Only 10 days into the trip and I already had to go to the doctor. Who would have thought? Definitely not me. I expected to not go to a doctor the entire trip, let alone within the first two weeks. Not because I never get sick, but because I am stubborn and like to be the one that has it all together. I'm a firm believer in fighting through pain/sickness, pretend it's not there, and it will eventually go away. Well, not this time. I woke up on Tuesday with "extremely enflamed" tonsils, and fluid in my ears. Both had become quite painful and could no longer be ignored. I now have antibiotics, but still had to stay home for two days to rest instead of serving along side my teammates. This was not easy for me.
God is showing me it's okay to be weak. To truly believe and experience God's words to Paul: "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." To know that I don't need to be afraid to give it my all, to jump in with both feet, because WHEN I fail (and I will), God will be there in His perfect power to hold me up. I've got the first part down. I left every comfort behind. I jumped. Now I'm learning to work in His strength, not mine, and to allow others to come along side me as well.
Soon I'll be back to painting and enjoying Ireland!
