Second night and I’m already vomiting and laying sick. Which created space for the enemy to make me believe in lies. For me to pack my 65 liter backpack and go home. How would my body handle 11 months if I can’t get through the second night? Tossing and turning all day and all night, drowning in medicine, and all I could think was, what was I thinking? Did I really think that I was strong enough to make it through the World Race? At that point my spirit was in much bigger pain than my body. Was I going to fail my team? Myself? And, the scariest, fail God?
On the second night of ministry, yes I limited God.
But I remembered His promise to His children that He would never forsake us or leave us.
Laying outside I look up into clear skies through my mosquito net at the sun, which was ready to scorch with heat a small patch of clouds encircled by a small strip of rainbow.
He reminded me that He “…guarantees everything he has promised us,” in 2 Corinthians 1v.22
Noah was crazy for building an ark, got all the animals to fit in it, and waited for the rain to come down to swipe the ends of the earth. But through all the insanity God showed the rainbow as a promise.
He showed me that morning His unfailing promise that He would never let me give up on Him.
Thank you to all who are holding me up in your prayers!
