This blog was originally intended to be a means of sharing life with whoever wanted to read and to help keep our families up to date as we are away. I haven't done a great job doing that. Whenever I do have time or the desire to share a post on here it isn't very life update-ish so I don't. Rather, what I want to write is more of what God is doing in my heart. I'm hesistant to share that on a blog because I know that my heart is deceitful and I'm never quite sure if my motives are pure. This is confusing, I know.
Most of you don't know me very well. Sometimes, due to lack of heart-examination, I don't even know myself too well. But, I think, my sisters and brothers in Christ will be able to relate as I struggle through this fleeting life; wrestling everyday with sin and the longings to know God more. With these things in mind, I will cautiously proceed...
Today is our one year mark. Today, one year ago, we got off of a plane in Lima, Peru. My heart was excited, scared, vulnerable, and hungry for God. We arrived at our temporary housing after a long, long journey and I took a deep breath. In that moment, all of the anticipation (years of anticipation) were met with silence, a cramped room, a tired baby, new smells and an empty stomach. The tears came more quickly than I had anticipated. Uh oh, I'm crying... we're only a couple of hours in and I'm crying. Is this a bad sign?
From that moment up to this moment, God has been faithful to me. Almost everything about this year has been unexpected aside from God's faithfulness. Ministry, work, family, friends, life has been unanticipated. Coming into this term, living here, I had ideas about what God would do. But what I'm realizing is that what I really had were ideas of what I thought God should do with our time here. I had them and they were wrong. God has slowly used this first year to strip me of everything I thought that I knew about myself and about his plans. I thought I was strong but I found out that I'm weak. I thought I was humble but I found out that I'm prideful. I thought I was happy but I found out that my joy wasn't rooted in God. I thought I was a good wife and mom but I found out that I'm in love with myself. I thought that I was devoted to bringing glory to God but I found out that I'm devoted to my own glory.
One by one, my ideas have been uncovered. After all of these thoughts are leveled, I am left empty and I have no words. I fought this for a while. Trying to pull it together, say a little prayer with a skim through the pages of the Bible. Temporary strength was found but I would quickly hit a wall. What is going on here, Lord? What are you doing? Why am I like this? This all builds until I'm at such a place of desperation that all I have is God's Word. My soul, it longs for God and it is only quenched through God and His Word. It is life-giving. I read it and my soul can breath.
I am finding that God is bringing me to such a point of desperation that I can't go on without him. There was a lump building up in my chest and I knew what it was from. I had been praying that God would do whatever he had to do to draw me closer to him, to use me, to make me more like him and now that I find myself incapable of the simpliest of tasks, wondering where God is and desperately reading his Word it hits me in the face... He is here! He is answering my prayers. Oh, what love! How he loves me as he disciplines me and pushes me and draws me to himself. It hurts, God, but oh how thankful I am that you are here. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I know it's not over. This will continue on throughout my life as I seek to give him all that I am. God, don't let me grow cold. I know my heart is prone to wander from you. I can see now how God is using Lima to answer that prayer. I thought I was coming here for someone else but it would seem that God has brought me here because there is work–so much work–to be done in my own heart.






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