Most days we know why we are here, and we believe in what we are doing. We know that it is GOD who has called us here, not we ourselves.
But other days we wonder out loud, "Lord, Why did you bring us here?!". To think that we could be living the good life in America - man!
I mean, seriously, I miss my dryer. I miss my dishwasher. I miss my big, comfy house and tranquil life. I miss my culture. Yeah, isn't that weird? My culture. The one that doesn't expect me to explain myself because it already understands me. I miss my family. It hurts me when my kids ask, "When are we going to see Mom-mom again?", and all I can say is, "Well, God knows when we'll be able to go back and see her."
We miss snow. Tony misses the organization and safety in the US. Me, too. It is not easy for us to live here. It is a sacrifice in every way. In every way.
Tonight we were talking at the table, a late dinner, 9 o'clock or so.
Did you hear that?
Yeah, I heard somethin'.
Sounded like a gunshot.
Nah.... I don't know. I think it was a firecracker.
Hm (head cocked, listening).
There it is again!
Well... that's good, then.
It's hard not being able to talk to anyone here about things we find to be strange or difficult. Sharing our difficulties with our native friends, we run the risk of offending them or making them feel as if we are criticizing their home country. So we don't, because we aren't. We like it here in many ways; it's just difficult on a lot of fronts.
Gunshots, or even the possibility of gunshots, are not normal for us.
And shouldn't be.
In a perfect world.
But, at the end of the day, it's the small things that make it worth it - living here: the people we are reaching. The ones who have never heard before. Yes, that makes it worth it. I don't worry about the nuances of the future - will they get saved, will there be anyone to disciple them, is there a church in their location they can attend. I really don't worry about that sort of thing. God is faithful. This is His Business. The details are for Him to work out. Mostly, I'm just trying to get through today.
I find it hard enough to be faithful today.
I know God is able to not only save Camila, but He is also able to send help her way. Maybe we're it, maybe we're not. I do know He promises to give us the wisdom to know what to do if we ask.
He sends us the Holy Spirit at salvation to teach us all things. He promises to send her a Comforter, too. I often remember getting saved at my kitchen table in downtown Buenos Aires, all alone. I was lucky if I got to church a half a dozen times that first year. And yet, here I am. God has kept me.
He will keep the work of His hands.
I have no doubt about that.
So no, I'm not worried about Camila. God's got His eye on her. She is a sweet, sincere little girl that has a genuine hunger for God. I consider it a privilege and a pleasure to sit and read with her, explaining and helping her to understand God's Word. Even if her little brothers are climbing all over piles of scrap wood, pulling down their pants to pee as the urge dictates, who chase my own son with scraps of wood nailed into makeshift play swords.
I'm not worried at all. Mostly I stand in awe that we are here at all and God would chose to use us at all.Lord, you are Good.
"not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance." -2 Peter 3:9