I’m gonna be real, the last two weeks have been some of the hardest in my life, for many reasons.
But for one reason especially, I’m uncomfortable.
I knew that coming to India would take me out of my comfort zone, that it would stretch me as a person, and that it would be hard, but I could never be prepared for what I’m facing. I’ve thrown up, a lot. I’ve been thrown up on, a lot. I’ve laid in bed for days too sick to get up, I’ve had nightly lice checks, I’ve lived off of peanut butter and egg fried rice, and I’ve been a brat. I’ve chosen to complain, to be full of self pity, and little fun to be around.
But I’m kinda tired of feeling like this, so from now on I’m choosing to be content.
“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” (?Philippians? ?4?:?12? NIV)
If Paul can go through all his persecution and choose to be content, then I sure can as well. Im choosing to be content because while in India I get to spend all day with babies, I get to learn guitar, I get to stuff 15 people in an ambulance to go to church, but most important,
I get to experience Jesus for who HE IS , not just His blessings. And I think that’s worth giving up some comfort.
All His love, always
Kathy
