10/23
Can we be real for a second? Can this blog get a little vulnerable for one moment? But mind, this won’t be the only open and honest blog. The World Race doesn’t always look pretty—simply, its life.
Last week the lord moved greatly in ministry. The week flew by, laughs were had, and with thankful hearts to be back in swazi for a full week again we all said goodnight on Friday night feeling great.
To my surprise, I woke up at 5am on Saturday to me running to the bathroom to have diarrhea. I returned to my bed, and tried to fall back asleep but the nausea was so intense I didn’t know where to go or what to do. A few moments later I found myself in the bathroom again. This time with my face facing the toilet. And you know the rest. . . my beautiful friend Mykayla ran in to see me in the most vulnerable, sweaty, disgusting, honest state. She sat with me as I cried and tried to gain my composure and calm down. I hate throwing up. I rarely throw up. After puking quite a few times in that moment, and Annaliese running over from the other bunk room and brining me a cup of water, I made my way back to my bottom bunk.
The entire day was spent in my bed. I only ever got up to go the bathroom—thankfully no more throwing up though. It was sabbath which meant I wasn’t missing out on ministry, but I missed out resting with the Lord all day, or going to save more to buy some snacks. I missed spending time with friends, cards, breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
It was an ugly day. I had no where to go except my bottom bunk in a room full of twenty other girls. My computer was dead, my phone was about to be dead, and I had no way to charge it, to watch a movie or listen to music. I wanted my mom. I wanted her to make me some soup and rub my back and make me better. But I’m in Swaziland. In my awful nausea the only comfort I had was Jesus. I had nothing and no one else to rely on than Him alone. If you want to be intimate with the Lord, remove yourself from all comforts and get sick. It works.
The next day I stayed back from church, finally changed clothes, sat in my hammock, and had a good cry. I missed home this weekend. And of course, the Lord comforted me, even in my sick, sad, broken state.
Life isn’t always pretty. Especially on the race.
EDIT: One day after this blog way typed I started feeling sick all over again with something new. The reality of the race: you might get sick. You probably will. Maybe even twice in one week.
Lord
