Grayness and Faithfulness
"Tu fidelidad, es grande…" [In English, "Great is your faithfulness"] I went to a special church service with my friends Melissa and Mayra (seminary students here and English students of mine). I loved the fact that I am learning their songs and can sing along with them, without seeing the words. This song, this night, was special. As the time approaches for me to go home (I leave Nov. 16th), I am reminded by how faithful God has been throughout these 6 months. In every aspect, he has been good.
The Honduran culture definitely has helped me see God's faithfulness day in and day out. I don't think there has been a single day in which things went as I had planned—something would change; something else would come up, etc. I can now get ready and walk outside and wait for someone to go to church…undoubtedly 10 minutes too late, but they always pick me up. I can let my own schedule go. I am learning to live in the grayness of still learning the culture and the language, and not knowing for certain ever what is going on. You know me; you know this is far from what I prefer. But I learn God's faithfulness in the midst of it. I also see it in their stories, their testimonies, their lives, their steps of faith.
One of my chief prayer requests during these 6 months was for direction for the future….He has been teaching me to trust, step by step, in his faithfulness. I want to see the big picture, to have "arrived." But like learning to live in the grayness of culture, I am learning that God gives us just enough light to take the next step. If I can't see it, he can. And he has been faithful in answering this—just (in my counting) in the nick of time. But he knew all along.
The Honduran culture definitely has helped me see God's faithfulness day in and day out. I don't think there has been a single day in which things went as I had planned—something would change; something else would come up, etc. I can now get ready and walk outside and wait for someone to go to church…undoubtedly 10 minutes too late, but they always pick me up. I can let my own schedule go. I am learning to live in the grayness of still learning the culture and the language, and not knowing for certain ever what is going on. You know me; you know this is far from what I prefer. But I learn God's faithfulness in the midst of it. I also see it in their stories, their testimonies, their lives, their steps of faith.
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