June 7, 2013
This is not the way I would do things.
This place is inconvenient. We get moved nearly every morning…our stuff and our beds. Your bed is never where you thought you left it. Nothing we're told ever really happens that way.
This morning, we were told to relax…to sleep in.
At 7, we were awakened to go to a bible study with the workers at the guava farm we're living at (yes, we live in a shed/barn-type thing at a guava farm). And then, it was announced that we'd be going out in the fields with them…no breakfast, just go.
Serah and I couldn't because we didn't have the proper shoes (apparently the others had gotten boots when we were at the baby home). So, I went to make some coffee (because the kitchen had been locked when I had tried earlier), and was told that I was going to package guavas.
So, I went. I went to a lady named Sally, and she told Serah and me what made for a good guava. I just balled. I tried not to at first…but then I gave up, and just let it flow.
Each day here has looked nothing like we thought it would. I go into each day with no expectation…yet I realize that if that day, I'm told something, and then in the middle of doing that something, it changes, my insides tighten a little.
Why?
I asked the Lord that.
He said to me, "You have been living a life of convenience. But I can't move there…I can move a little…but not to the fullest capacity of what is possible…remove the boundaries…"
A day later, it was my turn to speak at the guava farm worker bible study. Where did my message come from? From that day I sorted guavas with Sally.
That day, where if I would have been given a choice, I wouldn't have chosen. I would have chosen coffee.
I wouldn't have chosen the fruitful thing…because it was a little bit of an inconvenience.
Remove the boundaries. Sigh.
