Goodbye Malaysia
This month I camped in a monsoon.
I hung out in a tattoo shop.
Saw a girl para-sail while wearing an abaya.
Verified the existence of cave
chickens.
Regularly heard fireworks in the
middle of the night.
Tasted the famed food of Penang.
…. Tasted Duran (Not
a fan).
I sat on the front steps of the Blue
Mosque and watched a gorgeous blue gray thunderstorm roll in.
When we had finished volunteering, at the end of the month, I found myself with time to think about what I had been learning.
Right
now, I am struggling to learn about hitting the cray button.
And leaving my hand on it. In
other words, about
surrender. Total surrender. So that God can use me. The biggest
stronghold I am battling
(one
I have
fortified over a long time)
is the
lie that God
will not work
amazing
things though me.
At the same time I am afraid of what he might ask me to do.
I love the story of someone praying over a stranger, but I would never want to walk over to a stranger and
start talking to them about God and pray for them. My heart is so
hard on that point. But it has been made clear, and I am learning, that I can not
pick and choose when I want to obey.
All month the themes I have seen are: Love, for God and others. Believe. And Ask. God hears even requests about little things (and while He is not an obliging and rich grandfather Christmas, he is a good dad who cares).
I left Malaysia looking forward to Vietnam. Wondering what I would
learn, what I would see, and what the people would be like. As the
wheels of my plane touched down on the tarmac in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh
City) One final travel day song played in my headphones.
‘I wonder what
would Happen if I Hit the Cray Button?’
I had no Idea what would
happen. But I decided to try to find out.
