I’ve been having a mixed bag of emotions lately. I was very excited to hear about another family from my sister’s church sent out as missionaries – that is 3 families in 1 year from their church. I’m excited and nervous about moving to Yaoundé. Transition seems to make me more emotional and reflect on what we’ve left behind – family, friends, selling our stuff, etc…. I spent hours packing suitcases and trying to get them to the correct weight.
Once I had 4 complete, the boys arranged them to make a house. They were playing and giggling. As I watched them it hit me that they were surrounding themselves with our possessions that we take with us from place to place and that is their house. Feeling teary eyed, I continued on with the things I was doing.
Overnight I had a dream about visiting the USA and trying to buy a jar of peanut butter. I needed a penny to complete my transaction and I dumped out all my change and couldn’t distinguish between the brown colored euro coins and the penny. The cashier was trying to help me and I explained that I spent the last year in France with different money and apologized. She looked at me without any empathy and I had an overwhelming feeling that I didn’t belong there. When I woke up I was reminded of how I’m a foreigner on earth. In my daily reading, My Utmost for His Highest today ended with, As Jesus said, “First…go…” Even at the risk of being thought of as fanatical, you must obey what God tells you. In Voices of the Faithful 2 today it ended with, Satan’s stronghold is temporary; God’s grace is eternal. In Isaiah 43, “When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown! When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.” “Do not be afraid, for I am with you.”