OK.
So let's be honest for a second.
Last month was really hard for me.
I was broken in a way I've never been.
I was feeling so much guilt for leaving my family for a 'new one.'
Homesickness overcame me almost everyday.
Then . . . I got a parasite.
And that gave me a lot of time to think.
It gave me a lot of time to talk to God.
Everyday something new would happen
that felt like I was going deeper into my brokenness.
I felt so alone, so abandoned.
At this time my team was having issues as well
so there wasn't anyone to turn to, no one to talk to . . .
except God.
The ministry in El Salvador was beautiful, the people were amazing but I was broken.
Oh, so broken.
It truly was a struggle for me.
To be obedient and follow the calling God has given me,
but to feel so far from the heart of it.
To feel so alone in the midst of it all.
I left El Salvador defeated
and longing for God's voice and direction.
Then we arrived in Honduras…
You know that scripture in Ecclesiastes?
It talks about seasons and timing.
"… a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance… " Ecc 3:
4
God gave me last month to mourn.
He gave me last month to sort through
all the icky stuff and bring me to where I need to be
today.
I'm in my season of dancing.
(I just realized as I was typing this blog that the scripture I just shared is the exact same one that our host, Tony, shared with us on our first night in his country. Funny how things work that way . . . )
<3tasha
