I am so ready to start living out of my backpack. To serve and love on people of all races and generations, I’m just ready.
Training camp is right around the corner, and so much is going to happen there! I’ll get to meet my whole squad, leaders, get to worship, and just general training for the field. But as excited as I am that it’s so soon now, there is the realization that spiritual warfare has come with it. It’s not to say that preparing hasn’t been hard, there have been moments. But these last two weeks have been really rough. And I know that it’s because we’re getting so close to leaving.
I keep hearing lies like, There’s no way you’ll be able to make it. You won’t be a good missionary. And almost soothing lines like, you really could just give in to the fear. It would be so easy. Hard things have happened, whether that’s through work or family or friends. I’ve tried my best to take everything as a learning lesson, and have done pretty well until these last two weeks. What gives satan? what gives?! STAHP.
And so the Lord led me to this passage yesterday. I’ve been in it ever since.
2 Corinthians 4:7-18
7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.
8 We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair;
SO good. Reading/praying through scripture has been monumental. The lesson that I’ve learned through this is -how am I going to respond when things get hard? Do I go to the Lord first? Or to people? There is a choice to be made with the lies. I can call them out for what they are, and replace them with the truth of what God says instead of dwelling. I’m thankful that was a lesson he taught me before this went full throttle.
Thank you Lord for knowing what I need, and not giving me what I want. All for your glory and not my own.
