As I started getting ready for the world race, I read many blogs and two come to mind at this moment. They were about the second YES.
At the end of training camp we sign a contract and say yes to each other. But those blogs were talking about a moment in the race that you reach a second yes, a moment, so much harder. When you feel like escaping, because you can’t take this any longer. Something needs to change and the conflict between your calling and leaving starts.
As I read those blogs, my thought was that I’ve gone through a lot, I’ve been away from my family for years. I’ve been living in the US by myself, for over a year. Surely it wouldn’t hit me as badly.
Boy was I mistaken. They mentioned month 5 or 7 (I think), and here I was month ONE struggling to keep moving, battling with that second YES!
I love helping and soon found out that my help wasn’t always welcomed, so the questions of why am I here begun.
I struggled connecting with my team, and finding my place. Struggled with my host choices and prayed I could bring uplift instead of judgement.
Everything I tried to do to fix how I felt or change things around seamed to backfire.
That’s when I changed tacktics and simply started saying YES every morning.
YES to God’s calling, YES to my hosts, YES to my teammates, and trusting that God would help me work through everything else that would come.
Because as long as I say YES, the devil has no room and God will give me streath.
It doesn’t get perfect overnight, but as long as you say YES, God will lead the way.
