“I absolutely cannot do this. Not on my own. Two and a half weeks of unbearable heat, staying in a cement room full of ticks, dirty water to drink, a shower full of spiders, flies flying up my nose… does not sound appealing in the slightest. I thought that I was prepared for this. I thought that I could handle tough accommodations, challenging circumstances. You, Lord, have to get me through this. From one minute to the next, I depend solely on you. Thank you for taking me to a place where I have no choice but to depend on you to get me through the day…” My journal, February 6th.
As you can see (or read), the first day in Oenpelli was far from easy for me. For the first 48 hours, I’m not even sure that I stopped praying. Not even to sleep. It was a ridiculous hard place to be for those 48 hours, but an incredible place nonetheless. It was refreshing to be in a place where I solely depended on the Lord. There was nothing else to rely on for comfort. I was preparing myself for what I thought was going to be the most difficult month of my life…
