I've had multiple requests to start blogging more regularly, and instead of trying to backtrack everything I've failed to blog, I suppose I shall just start where I am...
I'm sitting in my concrete room, listening to the hum of our fans and the chirping of crickets through the open screen windows, enjoying the last few minutes of light before the electricity goes off for the night. Reminiscing over the day, it's often the small things that bring the biggest smiles, like remembering the advice i received earlier concerning my newest adventure of trying to learn Juba Arabic...
"Remember, you can eat a whale. Just take it one bite at a time."
Now, for most, learning a language may not be much of a feat. But for me, the girl who can barely remember her own name and gets lost in her hometown, this should be quite an experience! My only hope of learning it is His strength is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). Boy, am I glad for that.
He's been teaching me a lot about that lately. Or trying to. There's a lot of areas I'm weak in here that I need to be strong. I am so thankful for a Saviour who loves me as I am, but who loves me enough not to leave me that way :) He keeps stretching and pulling me out of my comfort zone...beckoning me to get out of the boat...which can be a scary place to be...
BUT when I get the right perspective of the grand scheme of things, it seems so silly to ever fret over anything at all. After all, it's on the outside of the boat that miracles happen.
I'm thankful He's promised to be with me and never leave me ( Hebrews 13:5). And that He loves me and He has the power to stop any bad thing from happening if He so chooses. Therefore anything that comes across my path has already received His approval, even if it doesn't make sense to little ol' me. Its comforting to know that even though my family is a million miles away, He's taking care of them. And to know that the children I teach on Sunday whose clothes are tattered and whose bodies are covered with dirt and flies can have hope in this same Jesus that I do, and so I don't have to try to fix everything, as much as my heart may long to. I just have to lead them to the One who can fix things, who can heal their sick little bodies, mend their shattered hearts and reunite their broken families. He is able.
Did I mention that I love Him?
I do.
He's all that's worth living for.
And He is worth living for.
He's also worth getting out of the boat for.
And if you get out and go to Him, even if you are trembling with fear, you might just get to walk on the water...
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