I spent last night in the Cairo airport, chatting with a few Egyptians. Incidentally, I’ve been reading through the Israelites’ exodus from Egypt, so even being in the airport was a bit thrilling for me. I was even able to share that with one of the servers at the restaurant I sat at for a few hours–how amazing it is to read from the Bible about Egypt, and then to be there.
The night before I was in Oxford, England. My friend John picked me up from the Heathrow Airport and took me out to stay with his family for the night. This was an enormous answer to prayers. I was desperately trying to find an affordable hostel near enough to the airport that I wouldn’t have to spend too much on taxi fare, but could not seem to work it out. And, to be honest, I was a bit nervous in general since I am a single female with a ton of luggage. I kept giving it over to God each time I began to get anxious about it, but I couldn’t seem to book anything, no matter how long I looked. In his sovereignty, He supplied a friend for me to stay with free of charge. I met John back in Costa Rica while on the World Race–over a year ago. He was coming from England to work with YWAM San Jose, and our squad was staying there for the month. And God orchestrated this reunion. All glory to Him!
The night before Oxford, I spent with my Ireland team. Our last dinner out was shared at the Hard Rock Cafe. A nice close to our debrief time in Dublin. We spent quite a while discussing our favorite points during the month (and laughing uncontrollably about some), sharing how God grew us, and where we see Him directing us from here. Somewhat satirically, I said that I felt God calling me to minister in Swaziland. Obviously, the irony being that I was leaving Ireland for Swaziland. But, I said it more because I want to reaffirm that it’s not something I’m doing purely out of my own desire. I truly feel called back there.
In all honesty, I fought God for a few months after the race, each time He brought up Swaziland. I have a lot of pain associated with Swaziland, and at first, I didn’t want to return because of it. Through His grace, he has been showing me how to embrace that pain and move forward in hope. I guess time helps too. It’s been over a year since the loss of Moses and the devastation that was to me, my team, his family, and so many other people. Time does help heal wounds. I am so thankful for God giving me the chance to heal a bit, but keep the wounds fresh enough that they haven’t become scars.
