love my life. I mean I really LUUUUUUUVE my life. I love spending
my days with people who desperately need hope. I love encouraging
people who have the ability to change this world. I love joining
with them as they choose to do it. I love every part of this.
And
with that being said, these last two weeks have been a tad bit
difficult. My pack continues to lose weight and it’s not because I’m
giving things away. I’ve peed my pants three times because of an
inflamed bladder and painful UTI. Our squad has been affected by a
serious robbery that included guns and brutal threats of murder and
human trafficking. We’ve had to move teams to different cities and
alter plans every three minutes to accommodate the changes. And,
I think I could sleep 42 hours straight just to recover from the
stress that has come with all of the above. It’s just been a
lot to handle in a short time.
In
it, God has made it very clear that I have a serious choice to make.
I can chose to focus on the tiny little things that are making
my life more difficult or I can focus on the abundance of ways that
God is continuing to move in this place. I’ve realized these tiny
little things often seem to be
in the limelight, but if I choose to step back and take a good look,
I see the hand of God much more than anything else.
Let me give you a better idea of
what I mean. Here is another [very] accurate picture of the past
days.
We are working with a family
doctor from North Carolina who not only diagnosed my hives
immediately, but had an abundance of medication in his home that I
could [and did] use. My hives are about 97 percent gone at this
time! I have the most amazing husband I could ever ask for. He held
me when I cried this week, he told me it was all going to be okay,
and really, he makes every moment of this trip 10 times better simply
because he is here. Although our teams encountered some difficult
circumstances this past week, God’s protection was all over the
place. Not one person was touched, harmed or injured. Everyone
walked away whole.
As if all this was not enough, I
have a bed to sleep in tonight, breath in my lungs, shoes on my feet,
food in my stomach, clothes on my back, people who love me, purpose
to my days, truth on my lips, hope in the depths of my soul, and a
God who loves me.
so, It’s just been that kind of a month. The kind where God
reveals His goodness over and over and over again. The kind where I
could not imagine myself anywhere else. The kind where I just want
to sing out ballads of thankfulness to the ONE who is more than
enough. Much, much more than enough.
