Even though I’ve been quiet here on the blog, I’ve poured out all kinds of angst (and not-angst) in my journal over these past few weeks. Hopefully I’ll be able to piece together what I wrote so I can tell more of our story.
For now, here’s a little something I wrote almost 9 months ago:
10.29.11 (Saturday, 10:19am)
God, will you give us wisdom? We are so willing to go, be, do whatever, wherever, all for your glory. Lord, my heart breaks for these women and children being trafficked. Lord, help them get out. Help us help them.
Show us what you want us to do, Lord. We’re yours. Help us to be completely surrendered to you. Completely and totally surrendered.
Ten hours later, I was staring wide-eyed at my white-faced husband lying on a gurney and being frantically wheeled away to life-saving surgery. The next thing I wrote was this. (Read the whole account here.)
Moral of the story?
Be careful what you pray for.
Moral of the story? When you feel God calling you to do something and then lots and lots of really tough obstacles pop up all over the place, don’t lose faith. Look back at all he’s done, all he’s brought you through. Find the beautiful thread that runs through it all and marvel at his crazy, amazing, all-fits-together plan.
And then hold on tight.
Cause it’s not over yet.