Being a missionary is interesting because so often it feels like you don't have a "home". Is your home the country you live in? Or is it where your family lives? Or is it where you grew up?
"Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour." I Peter 5:8
Last week, I was desperately craving all kinds of foods from back "home"- Subway sandwiches, big luscious salads (that I can eat without getting deathly ill), Papa John's pizza, and the list goes on and on. Missing comforts from home isn't wrong, but it becomes a sin when it sidetracks you from your walk with God. When you start putting your own needs before others and before God. Lately, I haven't been alert. I haven't been putting my guard up and the devil knows my weaknesses. He knows where to strike me next.
Listening to Chris speak on Jer. 29:11 yesterday was so encouraging and comforting, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord."
God has a plan for my life, he's brought us here for a purpose and knowing that makes me so content. There's no place I'd rather be!
I am so grateful God renewed a new sense of contentedness in my life yesterday. I enjoyed every minute we were able to spend with the wheelbarrow boys. I can't even express the joy I get from having the opportunity to serve the poor here in Bolivia whether it's cleaning baby bottoms at Salomon Klein to baby washing each Saturday. It is a privilege. It's a privilege that we are able to be here because of God's grace, because of those who support us, and because of those who pray for us. So a big THANK YOU to all of you who have stood by our side, who have encouraged us, who have prayed for us!
We really couldn't do it without you guys.
When the devil shoots flaming arrows your way how do you guard yourself? How do you stay alert and self-controlled?