I had a Mr. Miyagi moment today. Technically, a Daniel-san moment. One where I realized, “Oh, hey. So, that’s why God allowed us to go through this, that, and the other thing for the past few years. Who knew that those seemingly pointless wax-on-wax-off drills were preparing us for Cambodia?”
When Gabe was battling anxiety and couldn’t work and we were drowning in medical debt, I would make multiple (like 10+) trips to the grocery story each week. Basically, any time we could scrape together $10 or $15 (or sometimes $2.85).
We didn’t have the luxury of buying enough stuff to last us more than one or two meals at a time (thank you, Jesus, that we never truly went hungry). A lot of times it was a matter of sell-something-on-Facebook, then turn around and buy-some-rice-&-veggies.
Bargain-shopping at multiple stores and making a bunch of little trips? Spending a huge chunk of our time “hunting and gathering” food? Such great preparation for living with a tiny fridge and fresh-picked produce that doesn’t last very long, and multiple (like 10+) trips to the market and store for food each week, like we do here in Cambodia.
I see what you did there, God. Just a little pre-field training in disguise. (I have many, many more examples of this. Hard stuff that didn’t really make sense until we moved here. Maybe I’ll compile them all in a single post one of these days.)
On a related note, I’m praying for contentment. Specifically in the area of things I can’t find in Cambodia and already miss. Things I’m making a running list of so that the first person to visit us can pack his/her suitcase full of things I think will make me happy. (but will probably not make me happy. okay, they probably will–at least until they’re gone or the newness wears off.)
Things like soft sheets & pillowcases, Lara bars, Archer Farms cherry pull-and-peel fruit strips, more banners, Chipotle. (and about 43 other random exciting things)
I don’t want to depend on things and food and stuff (especially things and food and stuff found only in the U.S. of A.) for my happiness. I want to be content with where I’m at, what I’ve got, HOW THINGS ARE. I mean, not in the complacent, never-gonna-change kind of way, but the “I’ve learned the secret to contentment in all circumstances” kind of way.
I want to fix my eyes & mind & heart on Jesus, not on entire Target aisles I can picture so clearly in my head.
Will you pray I can do that? (and I’ll pray for you too)
p.s. A HUGE thank-you to the 17 people who have given to help our friend get the dialysis she needs!! Please keep the love coming!