For the past three or so days, I have been really excited that God has ordained this summer as my first trip to Africa. Now it is Saturday morning, I have been awake for a few hours, and the emotions and initial excitement have mellowed out into a very mentally sobering morning.
I suppose I knew that I would need to rely on God for strength in the time that I am in Africa, but I didn't know that all of this heavy, Africa related reliance would begin today. As I read through the checklist of what to bring, a very fleshy reality hit me square between the eyes, "O, God! What have I gotten myself into?" Even as I logically made plans of how to get money on a visa debit card, and knew that I would very soon need to begin writing support letters, I hit a wall where I know that there's only so much a person can prepare for.
I am so vastly unprepared, and I have so precious little time to prepare what I must to meet bare minimal survival requirements. But God, He's chill and calm and collected, and sitting, sovereign, on His throne patiently chuckling at my heartbeat, which goes from steady to wildly beating out of my chest. God is sovereign on the throne, and smiling as His plan unfolds, because He knows that He has been preparing me for this throughout my whole life.
Now I am praying that He will lend a wing so that I can find rest under it. So that I may find rest in His sovereignty over all and in all circumstances.
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