Let the stories begin...

I have to begin with giving all honor and glory to God.  What has been happening here in Africa is beyond my shallow vocabulary to explain with any accuracy.  The best I can do is to say that the good Lord has so graciously begun to bring to light so many things that I questioned.  He, of course, has been using it all to search the deep places of my heart.  Not that He doesn't know, but I had definitely fooled myself.


We took the long journey to visit our village.  Its far away from all our securities.  Its funny how we can fly half way around the world leaving all our comforts and securities and then find a whole set of new ones here in the Capitol.  This is no longer the case in the village.  No more translators.  No more running water.  No more electricity.  The only comfort we will have is the Comforter himself and the only security we will find is in our Strong Tower and Refuge.  Began to allow myself to start thinking outside of my circumstances.  What more could I ask for?!  I was created to be with and fully depend on God and now I am finally at a place where that can take place.  I can't hide behind the comforts of the world and my own sense of false self reliance.  God has me right where he wants me and I am beginning to see that it's where I want to be too.


I laid up on the roof of my host families home to sleep that night.  The thought was maybe if I get high enough I will feel some air.  Ha!  Wrong!  It was over 90 degrees that night and there wasn't the slightest breeze.  The roof was like an oven and it burned the bottom of my sleeping mat.  I was dying up there.  I had never been so hot in my life.  I thought to myself... This is going to be impossible.  We can't stay here.  I won't be able to handle it.  


And God so lovingly said," Of course you can't. That's why I brought you here.  So that I can."  


Just then the words of my supervisor entered my head and they haven't left since.  She said," No one is here and these people are unreached and going to hell because it is to hot and to hard for anyone to stay." 


I took that to heart.


I spent the rest of that night laying there looking up at the stars and talking with God.  


I had a choice....
I could go home and enjoy the American dream or lay awake at night and talk to God in Africa.


I think everyone has some type of choice like that.  Which one would you choose?


Ill be in my village if you need me.