Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Week 1: The art of losing myself.



August 21/22, 2012

What a DAY!

            Our group made it last night to Lusaka and stayed the night at a hotel called the Protea Hotel. It was so nice! Not what I was expecting at all! We got there and pretty much just went straight to our rooms since we were all so exhausted. Meryl and I stayed together and I had the luxury of Wi-Fi so I was able to let my family and Alex know I got there safely. Only problem was, I was exhausted, but my body wouldn’t let me sleep and I ended up staying awake until 4:30 AM! I eventually fell asleep, but this morning I woke up to Meryl telling me it was 9:15! Realizing we were supposed to be downstairs for breakfast at 8:00 and supposed to be LEAVING at 9:00, I SPRUNG out of the bed and started packing up my chargers and bags and got ready. We hurried downstairs and grabbed a pastry of some kind and met our group.
            We headed out for our next day of traveling, except this time we would be on the ground in a van! We had 7 hours of riding, but we were all together, packed like sardines, so we didn’t really mind at all. We just made up stories with Christy’s story cubes for kids, played “Would You Rather” and a movie game where you think of a movie and only give the first letter of each word in the title and they try and guess it. It was pretty fun! The whole van eventually joined in and that was especially fun. I surprised myself in that I didn’t sleep any of the ride, since I got so little the night before, but it was OK. I ended up watching the people and all of the landscaping, taking my memory straight back to last summer when I was experiencing this culture for the first time. What a blessing to be able to do it again.
            We FINALLY pulled up to the Namwianga Mission and we all became SO excited. We saw little boys and girls running out of their houses and screaming and waving. It made us that much more excited to know that the people were happy to see us and had been expecting us. It was just the greeting I was hoping for :)
            We unloaded and got our room keys and went to our rooms to unpack before dinner. I was pleasantly surprised to see where we would be staying. It’s a cakewalk compared to Kenya last year! So Mom, you don’t have to worry anymore :) I’m rooming with Kaitlyn Leonard and our room is so cute! We have two little beds, 2 dressers, a closet, and a nightstand! It’s so cozy! We are staying in what is called “The Pippin House” with 6 other girls! Lauren Ammerman, Christy Beck, Heather Baker, Meghan Laible, Kaitlyn Wood, and Morgan Sorrell. We all unpacked our things, so thrilled that we also had a living area, a small kitchen, and two bathrooms in the house! We all got out our snacks and nail polish, giggling like little girls not able to believe we made it! After so much preparation we were there!
            We all went to dinner, which was DELICIOUS. It was chicken, potato wedges, a salad, green beans, and a roll. After dinner all the girls went to every one else’s houses to look at each other’s rooms and what not. The houses are incredible! SO homey and comfy. After we toured around we came back to unpack some more and then went to “Tea Time”. Every night we will have Tea Time just as a time to hang out and have fun together whether it be through cards or Apples to Apples or whatever we all brought. We had hot chocolate, tea, and coffee. My table ended up talking to one of our night guards named Justin, for a while. He was so sweet and as telling us about his “four gewd keeds” and his beautiful wife. It was so sweet to hear him talk about his wife. Every time she came up he would whistle and say how beautiful she as. I started getting sleepy so I came back to the room and went and took a shower. Well. By shower I mean a little drizzle of water from our handheld shower head. I wasn’t complaining at all, it just made me realize the small things that I wouldn’t even think about in America. Whenever I want to get clean, I just jump in and jump out. But here, a quick shower is at least a 20 minute ordeal. The small things like just getting all of your hair wet to put in shampoo, takes a LOT more time. But, you know, a change of pace is never a bad thing.
            Tomorrow we meet our babies. I can not handle how excited I am. When Jeremy told us that at dinner tonight I LITERALLY started crying. It was kind of embarrassing. I’ve been praying for those little gems for a while and to finally have faces to those prayers TOMORROW. It’s too wonderful.

God, make us bold. Having a strong humility about us. Thank you for the gift of safe travels these past 3 days. Tomorrow, may we see a direct image of Your innocence and love in the faces of those babies. Show us Your vivid and blinding holiness, and through seeing that reveal to us what we really are. Show us what we really are not. I love You God. And not because things are wonderful right now. But because You are always who You are no matter what I am. Thank you for bringing me here. It feels SO GOOD to be back.

Here we are Jesus. Use us.

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August 23, 2012

            How do you start a journal entry for today? Anything I can come up with, like “Wow” or “What a great day” or “Today was amazing” would be weak and almost insulting of everything today held.
            This morning we woke up (on time today!) and had breakfast. We then gathered around and had a little orientation with some more cultural tips and suggestions. We talked for probably an hour and then took a small break and then met back to talk about Haven rules. We (at least the people at my table) were SO excited and soaked in every word Meghan Hawley, the director of the Havens, told us. She told us things to expect and not to expect. Expect the Aunties to be guarded and maybe even cold toward us in the beginning, since we don’t have their trust yet. Expect that just because a baby has a wet nappy (cloth diaper) doesn’t mean it will be changed. Expect the babies to scream and cry when we put them down, not because they never receive love, but simply because they don’t want to be put down. They know that when us white students come every year all they have to do is cry to get what they want. The smart little rascals :) Megan told us NOT to expect the babies to be developmentally “on time” as Americans think children should be at their age. There will be babies there that aren’t able to talk where as an American baby at their age knows lots of vocabulary. There are babies that will be older than a year and are still working on back muscles and crawling and things like that. I was taking in every word, but I was just ready to go.
            The walk to the Havens was the perfect little trail. Right now, Zambia is in its dry season but it was still so beautiful with the tall grass. It looked almost like wheat. It was about a 15-20 minute walk. We have to squeeze between two little wooden posts that connect a barbed wire fence. That should be very interesting to see how we’ll all manage that if they keep feeding us as well as they do every day! The rest of the walk is down a sandy path all the way. On our way, Meghan Hawley walked alongside each of us and talked to us about what we’re thinking in terms of how many babies we would feel capable of caring for, and what our major was and things like that so that she can get a good idea of who she wants to pair us with. After talking with us she gave us cards with the name of our baby, their birthday, and things they need to work on developmentally. She got to me and asked me my major and I told her I was Speech Path, and she gave me two babies that need some special therapeutic attention. I was SO excited to finally have the cards with the names of my babies I’ve been praying for so long, IN MY HANDS.
            My first card had the name Aaron on it. He was born in June 25 of this year, so he isn’t even 2 months old. Heart melting. His list of things to work on is “Tummy Time”, “massage”, and “held when feeding”. Which I’m all about. Tummy time is where we spend some time with our baby every day with them on their tummies, working on their neck and abdomen muscles. The babies all sleep on their backs, so they are usually very weak in their neck control and back strength. My second card had the name Joel (pronounced like Noel) on it. Joel’s birthday is July 16, 2010, making him just over 2 years. Joel’s list of things to work on had “standing/walking”, “stretching”, and “muscle relaxation”. So for him, massaging and encouraging him to make big movements will be key.

I HAVE MY BABIES!

            Once we got there, we toured all of the houses, actually meeting our babies as we walked to each of the rooms. The first house, Haven 1, is for children that are newborn until they learn to walk. Once they start walking they move to Haven 2, which is also known as the toddler house, or “The Zoo”. The third house is for the HIV/AIDS, TB, developmental defected orphans. All ages are in that house. Our team leaders decided it would be better if we waited to take pictures in any of the houses until about a month down the road, just so it doesn’t come across the Aunties like that’s the reason we came. I mean, don’t get me wrong, babies really IS the top reason I came, but I don’t want to see them through my camera lens. I want to see them as Jesus sees them and then the pictures will be more meaningful. All of my attention should be focused on loving them rather than making sure I have pictures of them. So! I literally cannot WAIT for the day we break out the cameras, but I completely understand why we shouldn’t for now.
            After we toured the houses we got to play with our babies for an hour. I went back to Haven 1 to hold my little baby Aaron and ended up staying there the whole hour. He fell asleep in my arms and it felt like Heaven on Earth. Holding that little baby on my chest, feeling him breathing was absolutely perfect.
            After about an hour we walked back to the compound where we live and had potato soup, which was INCREDIBLE. Afterward Petra and I went to take a shower in out solar showers while the water was still warm from the sun. We got in there and saw this huge wasp and eventually killed it. Then, while we were in our showers she just let out this huge blood-curdling scream, and after screaming back and forth for a while she finally screamed, “THERE’S A HUGE SPIDER IN HERE!” and she opened her shower curtain, and sure enough there was a huge wall spider. After we both hurried up and got out. We saw more wasps and one crawled into the sleeve of my t-shirt and stung me! It is so funny looking back at the whole shower experience now, because from the outside of the door it probably sounded like we were a couple of squawking chickens, but inside we were honestly terrified. It really is hysterical thinking about it!
            So, after that episode I came back to my room and hung up my pictures in my room, and then went to Tea Time. Luke, Greg, Phillip, Katie, Morgan, Addie, and myself played Yahtzee and it was so fun! To end the night I came back to our house and Meghan, Kaitlyn, Katie, and I t talked about everything under the sun from 10:00 until 1:45. It was so refreshing to hear about their lives and things they have gone through and struggle with currently. It’s such a weird concept, but there is strength in sharing hurts. It let’s us know we’re not alone in this.
           
Today was the perfect day.

God, I love how You know what I need. Let me be the light others are looking for. But not in a way that puffs me up, but so that people see how powerful You are. Forgive me for the times I’ve misrepresented You and not loved Your people the way they should be loved. Please bless Aaron and Joel with lives full of Your presence. PLEASE give them ears to hear, God. Make them Your men one day.

Well, we’re finally here Lord. Ready to start this crazy adventure. Use us.

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August 24, 2012

            Today was such a beautiful day. BUT, before I tell about it, I forgot to journal two things about yesterday! The first thing, I forgot to journal about lunch! Don’t worry, I won’t journal every day about everything we eat, only the EXCEPTIONAL things :) Anyway, for lunch we had a traditional meal of nsima, rice, cabbage, and chicken! Every Thursday for lunch we have traditional food. It was so good! It really surprised me! It was SO much better than the traditional meals we would eat in Kenya. The second thing I forgot to write about was when we walked up to the Havens yesterday. “Mamma”, the head Auntie, was outside ready to greet us. She asked us for a song before we went inside so we sang “Wabota” and tears just started flowing down her face and she just fell to her knees with her hands to the sky, smiling. And all I could do was just cry with her. I love that sweet surrender. The humility that comes with the realization of just how small we actually are. And in my culture, we’re hesitant to start the clap to a song. And to be completely honest, it makes me so angry. It makes me feel nearly to the point of ashamed of my culture and of American Christianity. These people fall to their knees in thankfulness, yet we hesitate to raise our hands. I hate it so much. And I know it’s not what God wanted.

But that officially finishes yesterday!

            Today, we woke up, had breakfast and started our tour around the Mission. They showed us where the secondary school, the primary school, the clinic, and the college all were. We then rode to town and looked at the market and then stopped at a restaurant called “El Pantano” for some slushie things that tasted like Sunkist meets a Pineapple type thing. It was yummy! We saw this little girl there that was ADORABLE. She would copy little things we would do and eventually wobbled over to our table. She loved seeing herself in pictures :)
            We left there and came back to our place. We all met together and had a Mission Anthropology class. Jeremy had written a post for the HIZ blog and told us to critique it and comment on anything we didn’t like/agree with, or on things we thought he could communicate better. It sparked some pretty interesting discussion. The blog post was about how we are studying abroad in Zambia and it poses the question of how can we not be what everyone thinks of when they think of Americans going to Africa? How can we portray the RIGHT image of what’s going on here. And what do we have to do so that people don’t receive the message that the only reason we came was FOR the pictures, like so many people do. So we’re kind of wrestling with those thoughts and questions, but it was a good discussion.
            Then me and some girls went to the Havens and I got to see both of my littles. I spent all but the last 10 minutes with Joel today because I didn’t visit him yesterday and then the last 10 minutes I went to see little Aaron. He just makes my day just by holding him and seeing his big brown eyes taking it all in. I love that place. And seeing Meghan Hawley in her environment. I would LOVE to work with her one day.
            So we had to leave to get back in time for dinner and then Petra and I tried the solar showers again. There were no wasps this time, but there WAS a wall spider. But we killed it :) Gotta get used to that.
            This next part had to be my favorite part of the day. Our team left and went to Roy and Cathy Merritt’s to sing with some of the Eric’s House boys and a few ladies that the have lived with the Merritt’s since they were little babies. OH they can sing. ALL of them can sing. A young man named Prince led many of the songs and he sang incredibly. The worship humbled me and made me realize who I have yet to be in my worship. Like I said earlier, I am just constantly in situations here that make me so frustrated with myself and with my culture. And I know the way general Christianity is in America is NOT okay. We think because we are faithful church attenders we have an upper hand to get through the gates. But these people live, breathe, exist in worship. In reverence to God. If we honestly assess ourselves and look at what we do in comparison to how they live, we’re in the back of the line getting through those gates. These people are a holy and pleasing aroma to God that makes our sacrifices as good as filthy rags. It’s embarrassing and so humbling to think I could ever have this figured out. I’m learning, and although I don’t know everything, I feel like this is where I need to be.

God, forgive me. I asked to be humbled on this journey, and to feel that happening comforts me because it means You’re listening. You haven’t given up on me. May my heartstrings latch onto those babies and love them more than I’ve ever loved before. Touch them through me. Kiss them through me. I’m sorry for the mess of Your name my country and I have made. Cleanse us fully. Take it all. Out team is here, ready to be molded. Leave Your fingerprints on us. Change us. Break us and build us again. Let us know what it means to serve, to love, and to rely with Your power. Send Your Spirit to live among us.

We’re right here, Lord. Use us.

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August 25, 2012

            Today was so great in so many ways! We woke up, had breakfast, and left for Livingstone. We finally got there after a couple hours in the bus. We exchanged money and then headed over to Victoria Falls. And oh, how BEAUTIFUL it was. It’s even in the middle of the dry season, so the water isn’t as much as it normally is, but it was still SO perfect. It was so powerful and loud. So beautiful and pure. We walked over a bridge right in front of the Falls and you could feel the mist from it, hundreds of feet up. It was so cool. God is so powerful, how can I say it enough? It’s so hard to explain it, pictures don’t even do it justice, but they serve better than my words.
            Before we left Livingstone we stopped at an Italian restaurant called “Olga’s Italian Corner”. We all ordered pizza and it was AMAZING! Like, WOW. So unexpected. I ate SO much.
            We got on the bus and rode back to the Mission, and the whole ride back, Brette, River, Molly, Aubrey, Christy, and Bridget talked about everything. Relationships, the future, and Alex :) It made me feel so god to talk about him with them! It reminded me of how great he is and how much I really miss him. We all decided in some shape or form we want to come back and be with Meghan just learning from her and loving like she does. Having these kinds of talks with these girls makes me realize how much I love them and how awesome it is that our paths get to cross in this chapter of our lives. I love the realness of our conversations and the gentleness of our desires. God is so cool for blessing me in this way.
            After we got back we had dinner and then just hung out. I held Helen for a little while until Mrs. Bingham gave her a shot and then lots of us played Scattegories. I’d forgotten how fun that game is!
            I decided I was too tired to stay up any later, so I came back to the house and e-mailed my parents for the first time since I’ve been here. It made me so happy to update them and start sharing this experience with them as much as I can. I love them so much.

Thank you God for loving me enough to give me encouragement through others. Through the people on this team that are here with me and through the people I love on the other side of the world. Thank you for the love of a family. For Africa. For the place it holds in my heart. I can’t wait to see what You have up Your sleeve for me here. I love You.

Use me.

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August 26, 2012

            Today was a great, but kind of weird day at the same time! We all got to breakfast and a couple of girls got REALLY sick in the night, so they ended up staying in their rooms all day. A couple of other people didn’t feel well, but we all set out for our first Zambian church service.
            River, Kaitlyn, Sarah, and I all sat in the bed of the truck for the 45 minutes of driving. One of the trucks broke down so we all stopped and one of the girls in our truck got sick while we were stopped. We finally made it to church and it was packed. We went to the church where Ba Leonard (our cook while we’re here) is an elder. This particular church service was a special one. Every year churches from around the area get together and worship for a full weekend. Usually, the HIZ group misses it because it takes place right before we get here, but this year it was delayed for whatever reason and we got to go! The service was under a thatch roof and we sat on wooden benches and concrete benches connected to the ground. We didn’t really know what was going on half the time, and with the service lasting 3 and a half hours, it was a very, very long afternoon. Towards the end they asked us to sing for them. We got up in front of them and sang some Tonga songs, and they only laughed at us once! So I feel like we were successful! Although we were all SO tired, I am glad we got to experience it. I know Ba Leonard was happy to see us there. After all he does for us, we were happy to be there with him.
            So we left and made it back to the Mission only to find out that 3 more people were sick. It’s so weird because we don’t know what it is! Louisa thinks it’s a virus, but it was so strange that it all happened in one night! Once we made it back, me and some other people played cards and then played ping-pong with some children that live close to us. It was so precious and so much silly fun! The boys were brothers. Duncan (age 7) and Jesse (5) know English so incredibly well! It was so surprising! I know it won’t be the last time I see them :)
            We had an incredible dinner tonight of chicken casserole (seriously SO good) and then Lauren, Petra, and I washed dishes. It took a while, but finally once we were finished we hung out for a bit and then went to the Sunday night service on the Mission. There weren’t many people there, and you could hear the bats! It was funny! The speaker tonight was a young looking guy and he talked about how we all have questions. Questions of “Why are these things happening in the world? Things like sickness and darkness and violence? And how do we know what God’s master plan is? Was all of this in His plan from the beginning?” He did such a good job of explaining things and he reminded us that God’s original plan is revealed through the Garden of Eden. God gave the Garden to Adam by giving him dominion over everything. And it was Adam who forfeited that dominion by eating the fruit. By disobeying God, he gave that reign over to the Devil. And because of that forfeited power, the Devil has been called the god of this age. He talked about how when the Devil was tempting Jesus, the Devil made Christ look at all the land and told Jesus he would give it all to Him. So clearly, Satan has what should’ve been man’s. Which is the reason why evil happens. He also asked, “Why did God put the tree in the in the first place?” And the way he explained it was like this: (I’ll try to make it make some sort of sense like he did.) He said God most likely intended Adam to have the knowledge of good and evil that the tree possessed. But not at that time. Adam was not mature enough to handle it (obviously) because when Satan convinced him to learn it early, sin happened through disobedience. The fact that Adam had the knowledge wasn’t the sin, it was the disobedience. God perhaps meant for Adam to have it, but eventually. Like when a parent gives their child an inheritance, the child doesn’t get it right away. The child receives the parents’ inheritance when circumstances arise and the child is old enough to understand and is mature enough to handle it properly. Like a child, Adam was only a few days/months/years into his existence when the Devil’s tempting happened. He was not ready for the knowledge Satan was offering. That is why God told him not to eat it.
            The whole concept was deep, and not saying, “Oh that’s it!” but it was really thought provoking and worth thinking about.
            After all of that we headed back to our compound and ended the night with Apples to Apples. It was fun! Our group is too much fun when we all get together.
            Class starts tomorrow at 7…kind of excited to meet our Zambian teachers, but school means homework, and homework soon means studying :/

But! I think I’ll be able to see my babies tomorrow :)

God, forgive me for lacking faith in certain situations. Give me Your eyes and Your touch. May Your will be accomplished and unhindered in our group. We are all in Your hands. Let Your will be done in the lives of Joel and Aaron. Really in all of the babies, but especially them. I love them already and I can’t even imagine what Your love must be like for them after You’ve intricately stitched them together and created Your plans for their lives. I love You Lord.

Use me as much as You can.

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August 27, 2012

            Today’s been another good day! We woke up EARLY for class at 7 and that was rough! Last night we found out even more people became sick, so we were without a couple more people throughout the day. We had our first day of classes, which was so cool! We had Tonga at 7 with Ba Siaziyu. He was so excited to teach us and make us repeat after him. It was neat hearing his story and finding out about the schools he attended and such. We had breakfast, then another class, and then Phillip, Seth, Kaitie, Petra, Molly, and I watched Emperor’s New Groove which I had never seen before! I thought it was so funny! We watched it because the other people were assigned to go to the clinic today, so we just hung out for over an hour. Then Bridget, Greg, Kailey, Petra, and me played Uno until lunch and then we had another class. After that was over we played with the kids I wrote about yesterday plus some more! They taught us some of their games they play here. One is called “Mango” but it’s the same as Hide and Go Seek. We played that for at least 30 minutes and then I came back to my house and got all my pictures off of my camera and started editing them Petra, Aubrey, Bridget, and I decided to go walking around our houses and down the road a little bit, being weird and taking goofy pictures until Family Meeting time. There we just processed and discussed our cultural observations, cultural mistakes we’ve made, and we sang of course. I love our singing times together. I t was a true blessing though because everyone was able to make it to the Family Meeting! It was so good to finally have everyone there and together again!    After that I was feeling kind of lousy so I came back to the house, got my shower stuff, and went to the solar showers since our house is completely out of water. It was FREEZING. So I ended up just washing my hair and then used wet wipes on the rest later. The things you get to do in Africa :) I then went to Tea Time and finished editing my pictures and now am back home journaling, about to go to sleep! We don’t have to get up until 8 tomorrow, so that’s a blessing as well! I’m still hanging in there by not getting sick yet…knock on wood! We get to go to the Havens tomorrow too, so I KNOW it’s going to be a good day. Can’t wait to have Joel and Aaron in my arms.

God, thank You for every day, even the ones where nothing special happens like today. I love continuing to meet Your children. Keep shining Your light and teaching me on the ways of Your truth. I want to know the truth of You and who You are. What kind of God You are here in Africa as well as the United States. Show me. Clear my mind. Fill it with righteousness. I love You. Thank You for loving me.

Use me however You want. I’m here waiting for You.

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August 28, 2012

            Today was another good day! I cannot believe we’ve only been here a week. Time here seems to drag. I think it’s because there’s no set routine, so every day seems like it holds at least 2 days worth of activity. It’s not a bad thing at al! I feel like we should have been here 3 weeks by now though! We woke up, had breakfast, and had Tonga class again which was fantastic! I LOVE Ba Siaziyu. He’s so enthusiastic when he teaches. It makes learning so much more fun and keeps me engaged. After Tonga class we were free to go to he HAVENS! I finally got to see my babies. I helped the Aunties with feeding as well as folding, getting the clothes that were drying off of the fence with Auntie Beatrice, and I got to put Aaron’s nappy (cloth diaper) and onesie on him after his bath :) Joel still is completely emotionless. Even toward the Aunties. When it’s bath time he doesn’t cry or anything, which is so strange to me, especially when the babies around him are screaming their heads off. I haven’t seen him smile or cry or even say anything. He’s made only one sound around me, and it’s just so confusing because he’s almost 2! I need to try and figure out ways to get him to at least babble. As for Aaron, he is still an angel. Just simply holding him makes EVERYTHING all right in the day.
            After the Havens we came back for lunch, more Tonga singing, Mission Anthropology class, and then we had a few minute to ourselves before dinner. I decided to catch up on some blogging until dinner. Then we ate, I took a shower (And it was warm tonight! Thanks God J ), and then we went to Meghan Hawley’s for singing. It was so good to hear the promises of God in our singing. Meghan had Helen (a baby from the Haven) with her. She’s not doing well at all. They think she may have a respiratory problem, which is NOT good considering she’s 4 months old, but still the weight of a newborn. It’s so beautiful to see Meghan fight for those babies.
            After singing we had Tea Time, and I was just so exhausted, I came back to the house after having some hot chocolate. I have SO much reading to do it’s driving me crazy. I’ve got to catch up tomorrow! I just wish there were more hours in the day! Maybe that’s why it feels like we’ve been here so much longer than we really have.

God, comfort us as we are all missing home a little. As school is starting, and work/reading is piling on, we’re starting to become more irritable. Keep us close. Whisper reminders in our ear. I love You. Use me even when I’m tired. Even when I’m not feeling 100%.

Use me.

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August 29, 2012

            Today marks a full week of being here! This morning we woke up and went to breakfast. We had to wait 20 minutes for Ba Siaziyu to show up, and when he did we found out the reason he was late was because he had to rush a boy to the hospital because he had gotten by a snake! But as soon as he got to class we jumped right into it. We’re learning so many words every day! After class we had Mission Anthropology, a break, and then lunch! We are beyond blessed to have Ba Leonard and his son as our cooks. They are truly incredible. It makes me feel at home when we get the kind of meals we do from them!
            After lunch we had another Tonga class except it was just singing. The man that teaches us, Nelson Simafuta, is PRECIOUS. He is just so gentle and kind. He makes us all smile. I love singing this language! After singing, Aubrey, Bridget, Morgan, and I went to the Havens. We only had an hour and a half, but I didn’t even care. I want to hold my babies everyday. I just stayed in Haven 1 today so that I could spend more time with Aaron since I didn’t at all yesterday. I got there and Aaron was in his little box crib and had thrown up on himself, so I asked the Aunties for some extra clothes and changed him, and then just held him the whole time. We worked on Tummy Time today. Lots of it too! I figured out if I lay his upper body on a pillow, and then massage his back, he really moves ad kicks and tries to sit up on his elbows. So we’ll work on that some more! So exciting! :)
            I always hate leaving him. I just want to bring him back with me and hold him all day and sleep with him all night. Ah, I can’t get enough. So we came back, had dinner, and then I took a shower and started working on responding to e-mails! It made me so happy to be able to feel like I’m talking to everyone! Then, Kaitlyn and Meagan watched a movie and now I’m finally journaling. It feels so good to have some down time to myself. And what’s even better? I get to go back to the Havens tomorrow :)

God, help me not to get caught up in myself while I’m here. You are the hole point of this. Reveal to me Your holiness. Your worthiness. It’s all about You, Lord. It always has been. It always will be. So let it be about You, God.

Use me to proclaim Your works and Your wonders.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Steady my heart.


August 20, 2012

            Today is the day! I am currently on our Delta flight from Memphis to Amsterdam! The ride is supposed to last over 7.5 hours and then we’ll land in Amsterdam and run to our next flight from Amsterdam to Lusaka Zambia. The only thing is that the flight leaves one hour after we land, so our group is going to have to haul tail feathers to our next gate! The upside is that we won’t have a layover, but the downer is that since the in-between flights is so short, we probably won’t have our luggage tonight. But that’s alright! God is still God! We will stay the night in Lusaka and get up Wednesday and ride a bus for about 7 hours south to Kalomo, our final destination! It’s pretty wild that we left Monday afternoon and won’t be getting to the Mission station until Wednesday evening!
            Today was one of anxiety and sluggishness to an extent if you can believe it. We woke up, had breakfast, cleaned up the house at HUT, sang some to practice for our first day on Wednesday, and then pretty much just sat around until 2:00. Some people were getting really antsy and nervous since we were having so much time to sit with our thoughts. We were told today that Zambia’s main generator’s source of electricity is extremely unreliable and basically broken for the time being. We’ve been told that we may experience black outs for a while. Which isn’t the BEST of news to hear, but it’s not really the no-electricity I’m bummed about. It’s more of the safety issue. But after a while we were all ready to stop passing time and start the journey of getting there already.
           
At this moment the things I am most anxious about are:

  1)   How I am going to deal with being back on American soil in November. Typical me, right? I’m worried about getting back when I haven’t even left. I just know that his trip is going to be something that the Lord has strategically planned for me and has already gone before us to prepare hearts, but I can’t bear the thought of getting home after experiencing all God has planned, and feeling angry and bitter towards the people I love most at home. I don’t want to be frustrated and unpleasant to be around. I know the change in my perspective is a good thing and may spur others on to do something and make a change, but I don’t want to become someone others no longer want to be around because I’m so frustrated at the little things. I don’t know, it may be silly or not make a bit of sense, but it’s something that’s occupied my thoughts more than once.
  2)   The expected things that someone would usually be anxious about: snakes, spiders, illness, heartbreak. It’s a constant battle reminding myself to trust. Free fall into the safety of His hand. Rest in the covering of His wings as He does the flying. Trust, Holly. You trust your father here. God can promise even greater protection than my dad here. God knows me more than I know myself. He watched me as I was growing in my Mamma’s belly, and He is watching me today as I am 35,000 above ground in this plane. I am His and He is mine.

Keep me on this journey, sweet Jesus. Keep me from veering to the left or right by focusing on my anxieties. Remind me that You are what I am not and that it is OK if I can not do something. You work best in weak people. Refresh my spirit Lord and remind me when I have forgotten that THIS is what I’ve been wanting to do! I’m doing what I’ve always wanted. How can I shy away from the call now that it’s here? Prepare my heart. Humble me. Make me a learner. I pray for my Tonga tutor that I have not met yet. I pray for the babies of the Havens that we haven’t met yet. Prepare us. Teach us to love with abandon. And if Satan finds a way into that place and takes the life of a child, I pray You use it for good. Whoever’s baby it is, may that be a time we all rely on Your goodness, remember Your promises, and praise You with thankful hands outstretched because You are God and You are good. May we let you be big. Thank you for the beautiful story of the gospel. Here I am my sweet Savior. USE ME.

Church, CiTonga, and Christ's image.



August 19, 2012

Today has been packed, but wonderful.

            We started the day with church. Many of last year’s HIZers were there and I got to see Kelly again before we leave tomorrow! We sang a lot, which was beautiful as always, and Dr. Huffard spoke about how our journey and our calling changes throughout time. It is the same calling, but it changes ways in which it is revealed in our lives. He said although we may think our hearts are set on something, it will change down the road as our journey continues. After that we sang some more, except in CiTonga, and it just made me smile to hear us all sing together as one, knowing we all share this heart for Zambia.
            After singing we all ate together, and many of last year’s girls talked to us new girls at the table just about fears and what to expect. It was nice to hear them talk about all of their memories and share little useful tips. After that we said our goodbyes and had class with Dr. Huffard. He talked about the image of God and how we are in His image simply by having the ability to display characteristics like He has. It is hard for me to explain or put it the way Dr. Huffard put it, but he used Exodus 34:6-7 which says, 
“And he passed in front of Moses, proclaiming, ‘The Lord, the Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children and their children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation.’”

            He used this verse to show the characteristics God chose to display to Moses. And each characteristic He spoke about Himself are all things we are able to do as well. Things like forgiveness, justice, love, mercy. The way he put it made sense and I really enjoyed it!
            We then headed over to Camp Takodah to jump around and swim. I was just what I needed after 2 days of classes. Just hanging out with our team, not in a heavy or serious context, really made me feel better about it all. Our group is still being so amazing and positive.
            We came back and had dinner, and after dinner I talked with Brette and Kaitlin Plachy about everything up until now. Our fears, what we want to get out of all of this, doubts that we have for our future. It was so cool hearing how we all share similar pains and fears. We prayed together and it was so refreshing. What a blessing it is to have a group of people so serious about their faith like I am.
            We all came back together and had a time of singing and sharing of promise passages form the Bible. Promise passages are excerpts from Scripture where God either makes a promise to someone, or He tells what He is going to do. It was so comforting listening to everyone’s thoughts and all the verses. It really made me realize that I have nothing to worry about. Next we all started watching a movie which ended up being kind of strange so I just came upstairs and rearranged packing and got everything together. I am SO tired and just mentally exhausted from all of the processing. I can’t believe the day is here!
Oh God, grant us peace and serenity over the next few days as our team adjusts and copes with what is going on. We need Your conformation that we are in Your will and we need Your Spirit to guide us into situations we need to experience. Be with my mind and steady my heart. Thank you for everything. Thank you. Here I am, Oh God. Use me.

E1, E2, or E3?


August 18, 2012

            Another successful day! Today was full of classes and lectures. Our classes were mostly about mission anthropology and worldviews. And they were pretty interesting to me! Jeremy talked for a while, and then his father, Shawn Daggett, came and taught the class about culture shock. Something we talked about with Mr. Daggett really stuck out to me. He was talking about the 3 different types of missionaries. You have your E1s, E2s, and E3s. E1 missionaries are people who reach others that have a similar language as theirs, but have a different worldview. An example would be an American reaching another American that is lost. An E2 missionary is someone who reaches others with a different language, but similar worldview. This would be someone from America going to France to encourage and teach people there. And then there are E3s. E3 missionaries are people who reach others having a different language and worldview. This would be what most people think of when they hear missionary. But anyway, the thing that stuck out to me was when Mr. Daggett said, “If you find yourself adjusting easily to E2 or E3 culture shock, do you think that perhaps that is how you were meant to serve the Kingdom of God?”
It stuck out to me because I’ve been thinking and hoping that this trip would tell me if an E3 or E2 missionary is what I would be best at, but I haven’t really figured out how I would know when I find that answer! And that was so true! Maybe the way I handle this culture shock will be what lets me know the answer to that.
            But in all, every class was wonderful today and so thought provoking. It really caused me to think deeply and realize that there is an underlying psychological issue within the world, affecting the worldview of us all. It really opened my eyes to just how much people are searching for the truth. People just want to make sense of the world and figure out why things happen, so they think of reasons and superstitions and explanations for it. They just don’t know it’s Christ that they’re looking for. We need truth. We need it.
            We ended the night with s’mores and half of the group watching The Lion King and a few of us playing Risk. It was so much fun. Can I just say that I love our group? I don’t think that I’ve said that yet ;)

Oh God, save us from this world. Save us from ourselves and the mess we’ve made. Give HIZ 2012 the words You would speak and the touch You would give. Give us boldness in Your Spirit and the peace of Your Son. Never stop loving us. We need You. I love you my God and my Lord. Here I am. Use me. 

Reunited and it feels SO good!


August 17, 2012

            Day one is complete and my heart is overflowing. I mean, it is literally pouring over the brim with joy. The day started out sluggish and honestly downcast. My mom hugged me goodbye early this morning before my dad and I set out for Searcy. I told her goodbye with eyes full of tears, knowing this would be the last time I hugged her for the last time for 3 months! Talk about surreal. My dad and I left and the ride seemed to go by so fast. We just hung out and talked about the workings of God and how will we know if what we are doing is in His will. If we take action and do what WE think God would want us to do, is it wisdom by not staying idle and just waiting, letting opportunities pass by because we haven’t received an “answer? Or is our go ahead attitude really a lack of faith? Oh the mysteries of Christianity.
            We got to Harding and I saw some friends, went and said goodbye to Lindsey, and then went to the GAC parking lot to meet up with our group and say goodbye to more friends and my dad. Kelly, Kaitlyn, and Cierra walked up and as soon as I saw them tears started streaming! I just love those girls’ hearts so much. We hugged and hugged and then prayed together before I had to say goodbye to my dad. It was such a wild mix of emotions. I was sad to leave, but happy to see everyone again. Excited to go, but nervous to leave. I said bye to my dad and just being wrapped in his arms made me cry and cry knowing it was my final goodbye before leaving. I love him so much. Our whole group, parents and friends alike, got in a huge circle and we all prayed and then we left. The moment our bus pulled away all the doubt and nervousness vanished and it was all excitement. It was the weirdest feeling in the world having all the uncertainty of the past week just disappear! Maybe it was because I knew there was no going back, so being excited is the only thing left to be! We drove to the Fouts’ house (The Fouts are an older couple that cooked for us at HUT and are cooking for us this weekend while we’re here again). They are such sweet and generous people. We got there and their backyard was the coolest thing! It was a man-made lake with a rope swing, tubed slide, huge 25-foot dock, and zip line. It was sweet. I ended up jumping off the dock. That thing had to have been 25 feet at LEAST. It was so scary up there looking down, but while I was at the top the only thing on my mind was how similar this situation is to the whole Zambia trip! The drop is so tall, but I’m standing on the edge and there’s no turning back. I have to. So the only thing left for me to do is count to 3 and go. So I did. And once I hit the water, I’m so glad I did. It’s like this trip in that I wish I didn’t have to leave, but I just have to run. And once I jump, I’ll be glad I did.
            So we left there after a little over an hour and rode to HUT, rolled our luggage inside, and met to have an Intro. to our Mission Anthropology class. Then we had dinner, which was DELISH, and Jeremy (our leader), his grandmother made cookies for us! After that we had a “Welcome party” and played a bunch of silly games together. Then we took and break and met back together to talk about the ways we saw God move in our lives this summer and to sing. This group is such a blessing. I have laughed more in this one day than I do in probably two weeks combined. We all just love being together. All of us. We love each other and are beginning this adventure and I cannot think of any other group of people I would rather spend this semester of growth, separation, and love with than with them. The thing that makes it so unique is that every person brings such a unique piece of something to the table. Our group is not our group without one person. Everyone contributes something, and that’s what makes it so unique! We already have this bond and the semester hasn’t even begun. It’s like this huge stitched quilt, and God has specifically picked out each square and stitched us all together for this moment. Each piece, individually crafted with its own colors and experiences. All sewn together to create this big picture meant to function as a whole. I’m starting to really and truly experience the feeling of how the body of Christ is meant to work.

Oh God I praise you for Your omniscience. For knowing each of us and putting our group together. I pray for the purity of our hearts that we each truly live to glorify Your name and Your name alone. Humble us to the condition of this world and give us a bold confidence in speaking Your truth. May we be meek like Jesus Christ and be heard so that seeds can be planted. I pray for the heart of my Tonga tutor. Prepare us both for our connection this semester and may we both be teachers to each other as well as learners. I pray for the life of my baby I will be holding in only a few days. Cover him or her with the protection of Your hand. Guard their mind and heart as they walk their path on this side of eternity. Here I am Lord, use me.

Friday, August 10, 2012

The pause.


I’m all buckled in.
I’ve had to have checked the seat belt three times at least.
All of my friends are in the seats beside, in front, and behind me but it feels like I’m the only one on this thing. The girl working the control board comes over the speakers. “Please keep your arms and legs inside the car until the ride has come to a complete stop.” My palms start sweating and my stomach already feels queasy. I know the ride can only last a maximum of a minute and a half, but to me, that’s 90 seconds too long. The brakes squeal as they release, and there’s no turning back now that we’re starting our climb up the first hill. Nervous chatter fills the seats, but all I can hear are my own thoughts. My own doubts. The belt keeps clicking as we continue our ascent. I try to look ahead toward the track to see what’s about to happen, how much higher we have to go, which loop is first, so that I can prepare myself. But I can’t see a thing. The only thing I can see is the ground and just how high I actually am getting. The people are becoming smaller and smaller as my heartbeat is getting stronger and stronger and my grip keeps getting tighter and tighter. I chuckle under my breath. “Why do I do this to myself?” It seems so silly. “Knowing my luck, this would be the one time that something goes wrong on this thing.” Even the knowledge that millions upon millions of people have gone before me, and even more than that will go after me, I still can’t help but brace myself for the worst. And then we come to that dreaded halt. Where I know it’s about to start. But it hasn’t yet. We’re all sitting there, my friends and I, and in that two in a half second pause at the top of that first peak before it plummets and nosedives and twists and soars and plunges and spirals, I know there’s no getting off this thing. Heart pounding, mind sprinting, skin sweating, the wheels start turning. And then, as we begin the downhill coast, speed picking up, my hands release its sweaty death grip from the metal handles and I remember why I do this.

7 days.

One week is what separates me from the biggest adventure of my life up to this point.

168 hours until my life changes completely and forever.

These 7 days that stand between me and August 17 are my two and a half second pause. That short amount of time where I think of any and every thing that could possibly go wrong. I could lose my luggage completely. I could hate being there. Terribly. I could get malaria. I could misjudge what I’ve signed up for and end up doing very poorly in my classes. The child that I am responsible for for three months not only could, but realistically may die.

But life and rides have something in common.

In those loops that always make my stomach ache and my head get a tension migraine, when I’m wishing this contraption would just hurry up and get to the end of the track so that I can get off, I realize this ride isn’t going to speed up for me. And in that moment when I’m on my back, hands as straight as they can go, shrieks of pure exhilaration echoing in unison with everyone else, wishing this flight would last forever, I realize this ride isn’t going to slow down for me.

I know there will be moments in the 14 weeks I’m gone when I wish I could get on a plane and get home. When all I want is to talk to my mom and hug my dad. When the only thing that will make me feel better is a Moose Tracks milkshake and snuggling with a blanket and my dog. I know there will be moments of pure bliss when I wish that this semester could just last forever. When I’m looking into sad eyes on faces of pure joy, finding my calling. When our team is singing and dancing to the beat of African songs, experiencing the kind of love for one another that God had intended for us to have towards each other all along from the beginning. When that baby of mine smiles when they see that our van has pulled up and reaches up to be held as we walk through the door.

I know I’m not the first to go through this experience or these feelings, and I’m certainly not the last. But it doesn’t keep the thoughts from scrolling like the credits of a movie on TV that are just trying to hurry up and get off the screen. I can’t even process them they come and go so quickly. But despite the worry and the doubt, I’m not getting off of this ride. Yes, I COULD lose my luggage. Yes, I COULD hate it. I highly doubt that I will, but I know I will have my moments. I COULD get malaria. I COULD do extremely poorly on assignments and tests. I COULD find myself with hands empty of a child by the end of November.
I could.

But I can’t rob this experience by spending this short pause that I have before the journey starts, thinking of the coulds.

I know these 3 and a half months will be full of moments.
Lots of peaks that I can’t see over. I won’t always know whether it’s a blessing that’s coming or a tragedy that’s barreling down the tracks.

All I know is that I’ve got three and a half months that aren't going to speed up nor slow down for me.

Three and a half months is what I have to embrace each experience. Reach out and touch faces. Grab hands and interlace fingers. Rock babies and sing with African Christians at a near shout to the same God that we mumble praises to here in the States. Three and a half months to discern if a long term lifestyle like this is my mission. Three and a half months to soak in every syllable, every touch, every second spent in God’s will. Soaking up every instant, of happiness and heartbreak, until this particular ride comes to a stop.

So I have to take advantage starting now in these 7 days.
I will seek peace starting now and I will seek peace this semester.
I will find moments to laugh this week as I pack and I KNOW I will laugh plenty this fall.
I will love the people around me now and I will relentlessly love the people of Africa.

Hands held as high as they can go, completely surrendered of control, thoughts of what could happen becoming replaced with the stimulating thrill of the moment, letting JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH, the Lord who is present, EL ROI, the Strong One who sees, EL-SHADDAI, God Almighty, remind me why I do this.

Monday, April 23, 2012

You revive me.

WOW have I slacked. But let me just say, this semester has been an ABSOLUTELY incredible.
God has proven Himself faithful again.
And again.
And again, and again.
I have been drenched with blessings straight from His hand.

There have been too many life-shaping things that have transpired to not testify about His faithfulness and not speak about them. So here are my top 3 blessings this semester, and, of course, they are even better than what I was praying for:

1) I have discovered friendships between 3 girls this semester that I know I will have for forever. He has answered my prayer of giving me people whose hearts beat as mine. They’re passions and their desires and their spirits are all like mine. We have the true heartstrings of sisterhood and I have never meant it more when I say that I love these girls.


FINALLY!


2) My classes have been fantastic. I am enjoying going to class. Like, what.
Learning about Speech and Language Pathology has made me so excited. Everyday I learn more, the more I fall in love with it. And after this next week of finals, I am a semester closer to starting this dream career! I’ve started learning sign language and LOVE. IT. It is so mind-blowing how intelligent people are who use this mode of communication. How they are able to think and move their hands so fast, as where we just speak to get our point across. They must use their full body to communicate not only their words but their emotions. It seriously is amazing and has shown me yet another beautiful side to my Lord and God. Not to mention I get to LEARN it and get GRADES for learning it.
Another blessing.

3) My Bible class this semester has been the best I have ever had in my life. I have learned so much about Acts through Revelation, and so much more. We’ve discussed topics such as miracles, baptism, the Lord’s Supper, womens’ roles in the church vs. mens’, predestination, the history of the church and why Paul and the other writers of these books are writing about what they are, the literal and symbolic nature of Revelation, when to interpret the Bible literally and when to take only the principle from the story, the Jew/Gentile struggle and reconciliation, EVERYTHING.

I feel like I understand SO much more than I ever have before of why I believe the way I have been taught to believe and what this kind of truth means in my life.

I have been challenged to dive head first into Scripture and ASK QUESTIONS. It’s quite alright if I read something and don’t understand. It is healthy if I am confused when I’m done reading. That means that as I’m reading I’m paying attention to what the Word is saying instead of mindlessly scanning the words I’ve read my whole life. I don’t need to shove it aside and throw the safety blanket of “I don’t have to understand everything to be a Christian” over my brain’s tangled mess.

I am learning. I am learning. I am learning.
It is this class that is causing me to fall in love with the Word like never before.
I love reading about the power of Christ’s resurrection. I love reading how I, TODAY, am the one that completes the faith of the men and women of old. What we do with our faith COMPLETES theirs. I complete it. We complete it. I love reading about how the Spirit is described as a rushing wind. This is who my God is, rather than some disconnected and uninterested Being that we chant to every week. He is real. He is ready to include us into His story.

I find myself in awe of His love just by these three blessings.
And there have been hundreds!
From learning how to worship with a pure heart, to days where the weather is absolutely perfect.

Thank you my sweet Jesus for this unbelievable, unreal end to my freshman year.


Of course, you know I can’t blog a post without updating what God has been teaching me on the inside since the last time I posted. So here we go:

Time has been flying and so have been my thoughts.
They seem to jerk back and forth from one extreme to another. One day I’m pumped for the future, ready to get it going, and the next my mind analyzes every single action and word, wondering what in the world I’m going to do.

My heart is completely open and pushing toward mission work still. Sometimes the push is more like a forceful dragging because I get so excited for it to be here.
But I still have heartstrings here.

Every bit of me wants to do this, but there are things that I know I’m holding on to.

I need the strength to be willing to let go of everything if the time calls for me to. I need the patience to wait until I see if there’s any need to let go at all. If that time comes and I see that I do indeed need to let go, I need the faith believe that I will be OK wherever I am.

I feel so silly even questioning in God’s sovereignty over it. He sees big picture. He knows it all. Literally. All about my life. All about your life. He knows. He can see where every decision I make leads.

And I can’t. I can’t see it all and I can’t know everything. There isn’t a possible way for me to be able to take a turn and look into the lenses that God looks through.

And that’s the problem. When it comes to the future, there’s a mind block. There’s quite literally NO WAY anyone can know the full extent of the blessings and curses to come in every decision made. And here’s where the problem happens with me. I’m such a planner. I love to know. I love to be prepared. I love the feeling of getting things done and putting that check next to things. I love that exhausted feeling at the end of the day where you know you’ve gotten a lot more done than you expected to. That feeling of being efficient. And I would consider that as one of my strengths.

But that’s my downfall as well.

I can’t always know. And I can’t always be sure. Sometimes decisions have to be made before I can have any kind of idea if it was in fact the wisest choice, and all I have to go on is a whim. I hate that feeling. I hate feeling like there’s something I could have done better. That feeling of,

“If I just would have known.”
“If God would have just told me straight out what He wanted.”
"If only I could have seen this coming and started preparing myself for this sooner."

If something goes wrong, I always feel like there could have been SOMETHING I could have done better. Or some kind of sign I could have picked up on. Feeling unprepared, caught off guard, or having doubts is something I don’t deal well with. And I know it comes from a place of liking to be in control. I like to be in control of as much as I can. Not so much dictator-esqe type of control. I mean just being able to determine my own outcome as much as it depends on me. My mind functions and works in the attitude, “Well if I can do it the way I want, why not? Why ask for help when I know I can get it done the way I want it done?” And I don’t think anyone is far removed from this. Everyone has a remnant of this kind of thought processing. If you know you can get something done and it be exactly how you want, why pass the duty on to someone else that you aren’t sure can produce the same outcome?
This is so wrong. This is so anti-dependant on God and community.

And here’s the truth:
This is where God comes in and turns it all upside down…or is it right side up?

Faith.

Your mind that is full of doubts, uneasiness, anxiety, uncertainty, fear of no control.
 
FAITH.

So much struggle and trust and uncertainty in one word.
One word is what holds me back from living the life I was made to live.

And I feel like I just can’t do it.
I can’t just allow my future and my relationships and everything that is so important to me just free-fall. I can’t. It’s all too important. Where I live and what I do and who I serve and who I marry lead in completely different directions, and each direction’s destination lead to completely different lives. How can I let such huge choices just be.
How do you find the peace to just dwell, knowing what a burden making the wrong decisions can lead to?

You find it through faith.

Not the faith you’ve grown up around your whole life.

This faith is the faith of Abraham.

Gen. 22:2-5.
“Then God said, ‘Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.’ Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance. He said to his servants, ‘Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you.’”

The faith that was not just willing to kill his own son, but was on his way up the mountain to do it. The faith that turns around to his servants as he’s leaving to sacrifice his son and says, “WE will came back to you.”

And how much more faith does it take to believe God will spare you from killing your son than it does to believe that God knows full well what is best for your future?

All I can think is how shameful, how small, how weak, how fragile my faith is.

But I am learning how to strengthen it. I am asking God constantly to strengthen it for me. To come inside of me and work. Because I can no longer live my life in fear of making the wrong choice. Everything has to be soaked with faith. From my prayers to my relationships. When I pray without faith, God tells you and I that He does not hear it. He TELLS us that! And I cringe at how many prayers I have prayed in a spirit of not knowing if God will do anything.

Oh God forgive me for that.

It is the hardest thing I have ever had to learn because these kind of lessons take time. And by time I mean days. And months. And years.
But I am praying, I am trusting, and I am falling more in love.

I am being molded into a woman of prayer and woman of faith.
How can I complain about that?