First off let me just say this is an honesty post. I just want to tell you how things are in my world here in #theRas. The good. The great. And the not so great. This may be filed under the good but sometimes not so great.
Here goes.
I'm blessed with a "job" now. To work with coordinating teams as they come. Obviously it's a busy time right now with summer. Starting next week we have back to back and multiple teams until middle of August. It's a lot of details and people. I have been busy confirming things and setting up a new communication system Wade found-catch. It's all been good. But it eats my day. I've had less time with the girls. And less time to study Spanish. And less time in the morning with The Lord. My morning time is short and depending on the goings on my evenings with The Lord are decreased or my weariness just cuts into my focus. So needless to say I'm having to figure out how to adjust. Sounds like life eh? 🙂
Well I am also blessed to have technology. And be on twitter some and Facebook some. Weeks like this one just make me wish I didn't. FBCO is coming next week and at one point my parents were going to come. Now they are not. I don't need them here but a friendly face is welcome company. And seeing celebrations of Fourth of July and the beach and trips makes me again realize the things I miss at home. My people.
I know there are many folks praying. I know it. Thankful for it. But as time goes by and me being here and not back in Auburn becomes more normal I hear less news from folks. And one of my human fears begins to creep up in my head.
During one of my "Chase" bible studies right after I came here I wrote one of the things I struggled with was being forgotten. I'm not sure why it seems so important. But it did. And the study lead me to look up verses that spoke to that. And to simply trust The Lord with it. And I have. I did. But weeks like this week just make a person start to think otherwise.
But I understand now how simple news from home creates smiles. I've had missionary friends around the world that rejoice over small things. And now I understand that one.
I am grateful for the people here. My girls. The volunteers. The staff. But they just aren't you guys. My people. In a small way they are. But it's not just there yet. I know the longer I stay the more I will yearn to return here- to my home. But I also know that there with you guys is also home.
In the end it just makes me long for heaven. To just all be together. So make sure you've bought your ticket.
And someone once said "whatever makes you long for heaven, consider it a blessing." I am.
Love to y'all.
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