One of the reasons I came on the world race was to be changed. I want to be better, wiser, stronger, and braver, more in love with Jesus. I am coming to the end of my month three on the race and I don’t feel like I’ve changed. For some reason I thought I would have had some kind of spiritual awakening or some crazy God encounter, but I’ve haven’t.
Some days I don’t feel like what we do matters or make a different.
Some days I feel nothing.
Some days I just want to call a quit and go home.
India is a pretty dirty country, there’s trash everywhere, cow poop, and so much DUST. We have a pretty full day of ministry. Working with kids is exhausting but working with special need kids is ten times more exhausting. It’s hard because you don’t know if it really makes a different for them, if they can even comprehend you even being there, if they even notice.
On our walk to and from our house there is a dirt road that goes along a small field. It’s such a beautiful field and when the sun is setting the light hits the grass and it shines. It almost looks like water to me. I don’t know why that field intrigues me so much but it does. I noticed that field the same way God notices me. He sees me.
I do this because I love Him that has to be the only reason. My reasons for doing this can’t be because I’m going to change or become better, coming on the race has to be because I love Him.
I love Him.
