On Your Mark....Get Ready.....

Broken

 

Tonight our whole team met for the first time.  What started out as a team of two has grown to 6 ladies and Pastor Jim. 

As I was getting ready for church this morning I was thinking to myself 'how are we going to minister to these ladies, none of us speak Spanish.'   I have written about the language barrier previously in my blog...it seems to always work out...but this time it is different.  We really needed to be able to talk to share our message.  When I arrived at church sweet Mary Beth came up to me and said "did you hear? I'm going with you on the trip"....Whoo hoooo....Oh BTW she is fluent in Spanish!  

As we set around the table brainstorming this evening we mentioned to Pastor Jim that we would like to take some devotionals & did he know of a source where we can get them discount? Well, not only did he know someone he had just been talking to someone a few days ago that would like to help Honduras Fountain of Life in just that way!  Not only can we take the devotionals we are taking Bibles! God at work ahead of us :-)

We sat reading scripture, talking about how we can refresh the ladies that work so hard serving others there?  The idea of brokenness  became our theme.  How we are all broken? The crafts we are planning, the verses we started to compile all pointed to our brokenness and how He loves us despite that.  We talked about sharing our testimonies with the ladies during the second session...my heart began to race....and the lies in my head began to over shadow the conversation around the table.  How can I share my testimony?  How can I even consider this? What was I thinking? I can go and wash their feet....I can hug them....I can share that way but give my testimony??  Share my heart?  THIS REALLY A BAD IDEA!!!!    

I drove home quiet....radio off....replaying all those things in my head.  I can't.....! What if? I CAN'T....WHAT IF?   By the time I got home I was in tears.   Thankfully when I arrived home Poppy needed to go outside and I could calm down.  Then I heard that little voice again and I heard ...."You are right ....you can't but I can"  I came in and wrote in my journal:

WHAT IF?
I CAN'T.....

BUT HE CAN.

I am still a little apprehensive and unsure but I am reminded that I am not the one in control.  He is and shows me that time and time again.  Please pray that I will remember that....not just at this moment but all the moments to come.