I have safely arrive in Zambia!! This month I am living in Lusaka (the capital) working with an organization called kidsalive. It is an orphanage for kids of all ages. My team and I are living in the girls house with twelve Zambian girls. They are sweet and love spending time with us. I have managed to impress some of the girls with my braiding ability. I have my sister Rachel to thank for that one. Our ministry is a little all over the place this month. We are currently working on leveling a road by breaking up and moving dirt. We also have endless opportunities to spend time with the kids living here at kidsalive. We lead some devotions at night and dance parties during the day. I’m just living life.
Baaaack traaaack ::
The last few days of India it was no secret that I was ready to go. It was in my voice, my body language and the way I reacted to situations. I spent so much of my time complaining about the little things. My clothes were wet and smelled awful. The power was out. I had eaten the maximum amount of rice and potatoes I could emotionally consume. I was simply hateful.
I carried this attitude with me all the way into the Mumbai airport. ((My flight path went Silchar –> Kolkata –> Mumbai.)) Long story short, I threw up all night in the Mumbai airport. If you know me then you know how much I hate throwing up. And throwing up in an Indian airport during a twenty hour layover is less than ideal.
But Jesus always shows up. It was not until I was laying on the bathroom floor crying that I heard the Lord’s voice. He was telling me that instead of sitting in adoration of all the things he had done for me in India, I was complaining about the things I wouldn’t miss. I saw my last few days in India as reaching the finish line, not an opportunity to look at my growth and changes or a time to praise the Lord for all the freedom I found. I was so focused on what I wanted and the future that I missed Jesus in the moment. How cool is he that he always finds me. He always brings me back.
There is not some grand lesson or revelation that I wanted to share with you. I partly just wanted the world to know I threw up and cried for my mom. But I also want to challenge you to search for Jesus in the moment.
Look for him.
Pray to see heaven every single day.
Do not miss him.
Do not miss what he is doing.
Search for the holy moments of everyday.
I am so grateful to be spending three months on my favorite continent. I am thankful to be finishing my race on the same continent that basically got me onto the race. I simply love Africa and all the people here. These sunsets are unreal and these people carry such a special spirit inside of them. Seriously, if you’ve never been 10/10 would recommend.
Thank you for reading my rambles.
all my love,
Linds
