You gals have provided such a rich conversation surrounding comfort and thriving in the last few weeks. It was a joy to chat with you about the expectation to live modestly, and I really appreciated the way Ruth tied austerity into her post on Monday.
I am your biggest advocate when it comes to keeping yourself healthy on the field. That’s why you will hear me talking a lot about resting, reflecting, and being nice to yourself. You know, all the comfortable things.
But this is only because I’m standing with you in the life overseas, completely stripped of anything and everything I once understood and valued.
I can’t think of another word to describe this transition abroad other than the one I’ve already used: stripping.
This year has felt as if everything has been stripped from me:
My understanding of the world.
My understanding of my God.
My sin has been exposed, I’m emotionally unraveled, and frankly I’m left with only a few crumbs of faith that seem to disappear every day like the manna and the quail.
I know you know what I’m talking about.
But no matter what comforts have been stripped from us, WE ARE STILL HERE.
We’re soaking our dried beans and reading the directions to that pressure cooker again. We are working through those difficult relationships with teammates. We’re kindly explaining to our supporters one more time that, actually…ministry looks a tad bit different over here.
We’re embracing the sweaty, slicked-back ponytail. We’re starting to like the taste of durian (ahem…starting). We’re driving stick shifts while wiping snotty noses and smiling at the neighbor lady who calls us fat.
As Christine Cain says, The devil on his best day couldn’t take us out on our worst day, so can I just get a HALLELUJAH!?
We’re being transformed from women of perfectly packaged belief systems into women who aren’t afraid to admit we don’t have all the answers.
We’re being transformed from women who rely on retail therapy into women who can’t exist without our personal quiet time with Jesus.
We’re being transformed from women of monotonous lifestyles into women who are living, breathing, and tasting the Kingdom Come.
No amount of comfort is worth the joy of what we’re becoming.
Let’s name our losses, yes.
Let’s take vacations, absolutely do-not-argue-with-this YES.
But let’s also celebrate the magnificent works of the Father as He transforms us from women who need worldly comforts into women who just need Heavenly Assurance.
We could give it all and still have too much because of the mercy poured out over each of our heads.
And this mercy keeps me bending into the comfort stripping a little bit more. Are you with me?
What comforts have been stripped from you? How is this transforming you?
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