So here we are …month 11.
I’m exhausted.
I’m exhausted.
I’m terrified of the end.
But it doesn’t matter, I’m still going balls to the wall.
This year has been a blessing and a b—-. By far the hardest thing I’ve ever endured and easily the best year of my life. This year I have had amoebic dysentery, I’ve had to preach (a lot), I’ve eaten more white rice than any human should, I’ve been made aware of every little insecurity I have, I’ve had the ringworm from hell that, five months later, still hasn’t gone away, and the other day I accidentally got punched in the face. Also this year, God has freed me from so much, He has redeemed so much, He has taught me endless lessons (most importantly dependence on Him), He has helped me see that my true identity lies in Him, and He has changed my heart in so many ways for the better. But this year’s not over and it doesn’t end with the World Race. God has been good to me, in all things, so why have I suddenly lost sight of that? I may not have future plans now but I know that He won’t leave me hanging, He never has before. So I’m refusing to wallow in self-pity and I’m going to continue to give whatever is left to this amazing ministry here in Oradea, Romania.
I just wanted you to know that.
