Saturday, July 10, 2010

By His Strength

God, I feel so selfish. I think I am more concerned with trying to find "me" time than I am with serving others. I just read a blog by a missionary in Costa Rica. One thing she wonders is why she is the missionary. I understand what she is saying. Why am I here? Why am I a "missionary"? I get it wrong so many times. I fail to show Christ's love. I get angry and annoyed when I should be caring and understanding. I just want to go and hide when I should be giving hugs and interacting. I want to cry when I should be choosing joy.

Why did you choose me, God? Choose me to come to Honduras, to be someone who is to help care for and show your love to 90+ kids? I fail. I don't know what I'm doing. Too many times, I do what I don't want to do and don't do what I want to do. (Romans 7:19) Is it to show these kids that even a "rich" Christian gringo can mess up, receive God's forgiveness and keep going? Is it just to refine me? Is it because no one else would go? Why, God? Is it so that I find out, so that the kids also see, that it is not by my strength, oh God, but by yours. God, I need your strength.

I wrote the above paragraphs in my journal last night. This morning my devotional scripture selection includes the verses Colossians 1:11-12. So I include this prayer for you and me from The Living Bible. "We are praying, too, that you will be filled with his mighty, glorious strength so that you can keep going no matter what happens- always full of the joy of the Lord, and always thankful to the Father who has made us fit to share all the wonderful things that belong to those who live in the Kingdom of light."

Thank you, God.

1 comment:

Nancy Marshall said...

Thanks Janelle for your raw honesty. I agree with your journaled thoughts. I feel so imperfect for this job. I don't mean that humbly...just honestly. My Bible reading this morning was: "by this all will know that you are nmy disciples, if you have love for one another" John 13:35.
My head is becoming more and more convinced that the things that ruffle my feathers are ridiculously unimportant and the most important thing is to be forgiving, merciful, kind, slow to anger...
I'm 53... I've been a Christian a long time. I was hoping that by now my actions would catch up with my head...but it's a slooooow process. So liek you I ask God...are you sure you got the right person? And God's response is 'Yep". I find that comforting
that he is still willing to work with me. Thanks for sharing voiced what i had not yet put into words.
See you in October in Belize. peace,