Last weekend, I took 12 people to Juarez for 3 days. It was a very fruitful trip due in large part to the skill and willingness of the team members. I was excited to see how much we got done in such a short time. We even got to attend church service with 100 other people at the actual church we have been working on! It was awesome!
However, there is another side of the story. My poor wife DID NOT have a great weekend. She was part of a parade of bad events culminating in one stressed out spouse. In one weekend, she had to deal with a cable guy, a fickle router and internet connection, ran into my truck with hers, had the smoke alarms going off at all hours of the night, and tried to finish unpacking the rest of the boxes. While none of those things themselves seem too harsh, the culmination of all mentioned events, as well as those I left out, were too much to handle.
All of that to say that when I returned home after a glorious mission trip, I was not met with the love and affection I had expected. By far, the most difficult thing for us in this move and transition is adjusting to the schedule. Everything at this time moves SO fast, and just when I think I can let my guard down and recover, another event is right around the corner. SO, here is what we are learning:
- Even when we serve the Lord, we are at risk. We are targets when we are useful and must always be mindful of the struggle going on around us. I cannot pray enough for my wife when I am gone and now know that she is not immune to the attacks of darkness.
- Especially when we serve the Lord, we are at risk. Romans 12 reminds us to:"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality." This is not just a reminder but should be a lifestyle.
- Even when we serve the Lord, we need help. Often, we believe we as Christians that we can do everything like John Wayne. But God has designed us to need each other. This weekend, Char learned to call for help and to not be too proud to admit when we can't do it ourselves. Thank you to Moses, Debra, Justin, my Dad and countless others who sacrificed their time to help when I couldn't. I greatly appreciate your help and you all serve as great reminders that we are not alone.
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