Hello Friends and Adventurers!
I am so happy for those of you that are sharing in this adventure! It gives my daughter and me a feeling of family, though unseen!
We are furiously packing and packing and repacking, culling out and repacking again! I never imagined just how emotional all of this would be. We both have desired this very thing for years. It should be a piece of cake, right?! Well, I love cake, (lemon in particular), but there is very little to love about this. I heard the phrase "go through the eye of the needle" in prayer a couple of weeks before we started packing. I didn't understand what it meant until now. Ridding yourself of all of the things that you have worked hard to own is very tough to do! I would love to be super spiritual and all, but alas, I am not! The pride of "having things" is very real, and I am not exempt. I have realized in this whole process that I not only have closets full of stuff; but of unforgiveness, pride, and fear of abandonment as well. Funny what God uses to reveal your true heart. I never imagined that packing for the mission field to do "God's work" would be the medium of His choosing. I realize with stark reality that I can take none of these things with me as I go and still be effective in His Kingdom. To be embarrassingly honest, I was completely unaware of the things I am grasping about myself. I thought I had forgiven! Stuff doesn't own me! I love God! I want His Will to be done in my life! "Really?!", He asks. And then in a period of two exhausting weeks, you suddenly become conscious of the fact that you have made something else your God! This has been the most humbling experience of my life: packing!
Thank you for your prayers! The best is yet to come!
Rhonda