I just got back from the village. The house was left with uncles and aunties and good friends. I slept. I read. I slept. I talked with my Jja Jja (grandfather). I slept some more. I read some more. Then you know what I did next? I slept.
I got to stare out at the STARS, because they weren’t covered by Kampala haze.
I did a whole lot of nothing, and that’s what made the trip wonderful.
I wasn’t really sure that I was ready to come back, I was quite used to sleeping 14 hours a day by now, but when I came home I was so welcomed by everybody (it was really quite ridiculous) that I just wanted to scream “I AM SO LOVED!!!!’
We hit the ground running.
“We need money for this”
“This boy is in trouble”
“These papers need to be finished”
“The 78 e-mails in your inbox need to be responded to”
“Did you forget that you were supposed to do this today?”
“This mom has been been abused and beaten up, she and her children are in a dangerous situation. What should we do?”
See our house is quite full. I would say that we are filled to the brim. That we are overflowing, actually. To allow anybody else to come stay with us is really quite overwhelming to think about. It starts up a string of questions inside of me to God.
God, where are they going to sleep? What are we going to do with them? Are we going to put her in vocational school? How can we help her find a job? How can we help her find her own house? God, are you sure that you really want her to come stay with us? How long is she going to stay here?
This mom is my friend. She is in danger. She and her children have been hurt, and will be hurt again if they stay where they are....and I’m trying to figure out her life plan?
See, I like to think that if God calls me to do something - that I’m supposed to figure out the rest. That is He says ‘bring them home to a safe place, to my refuge, to my city on a hill,’ then I’m supposed to figure out how long she will stay, what her life plan is, who she will marry, and at what age she will leave this earth. I don’t know why I think that my sometimes pea sized brain works better than God’s.
He humbles me.
Tells me to trust Him.
I’m not going to know all the answers.
Better yet - I DON’T NEED TO FIGURE ALL THE ANSWERS OUT!!!
“Then you will call to me and come and pray and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek with all your heart.” -Jeremiah 29:12
He listens to US. He hears us. And we find Him when we seek with our hearts, not with my pea-sized brain.
God doesn’t make sense. He calls us to do the unthinkable: from loving the man who is trying to cheat you, to stretching to fit 3 more people in your house that already holds 23.
He doesn’t call us to try to figure out what He is doing before we starting walking and trusting Him.
He calls us to trust Him, start walking,and then seek: wisdom, discernment, understanding, and discipline.
I praise God that we have a family that stretches.
I praise God that we have a family who has been helped and longs to help others.
I praise God that we have a family who gives up what is their own to help those in need.
And I praise God that we have a family full of absolutely crazy, Holy worshippers, mighty prayer warriors, selfless lovers of Christ; that get excited when there’s more people to love on.
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