The joy that hit my ears, a radiant symphony of music- a new life was brought into the world. My mothers voice tugging at my heart strings and filling me with comfort. Such relief and thankfulness to God above for hearing my fervent prayers. Congratulations Sara for being so strong and carrying this precious baby girl all the way through. Mom sent me pictures, which I just saw. She is beautiful! I will show her picture to as many people as I can. I am so proud of you!
This past week has been a struggle. I felt as if every day I had a mountain to climb. The students and I have all had Delhi belly, Montezuma's revenge, aka, diarrhea. I got over it quickly, but the students were very unenthusiastic about their classes for a majority of the week. I needed extra strength and rest, but non was available. I have been missing my family like crazy and really feel a pain in my heart. Homesick isn't quite the right word. I would go through the day then break down in tears. On top of that, God has been silent with me. I've called out to him and he hasn't been answering me. I'm reading through the old testament right now about all the laws he gave moses. These laws reminded me and really reveled how helpless I am and sinful I am. How I have a sinful nature that I cannot rid myself from. I became almost hopeless at the view of my own heart. How can I please God when his standard is righteousness, and my very existence is a stain upon his white robe? If he is silent, I wouldn't blame him.
But then I was reminded today of the truth. All have sinned and fallen short of God's glory. There is no one righteous. Yes, the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus. We can do nothing to achieve righteousness, and clean our own heart of sins. But Christ's blood is the perfect atoning sacrifice for my sin debt.
In him I find freedom, and can put my backpack down. I don't have to carry it anymore!
This past week has been a struggle. I felt as if every day I had a mountain to climb. The students and I have all had Delhi belly, Montezuma's revenge, aka, diarrhea. I got over it quickly, but the students were very unenthusiastic about their classes for a majority of the week. I needed extra strength and rest, but non was available. I have been missing my family like crazy and really feel a pain in my heart. Homesick isn't quite the right word. I would go through the day then break down in tears. On top of that, God has been silent with me. I've called out to him and he hasn't been answering me. I'm reading through the old testament right now about all the laws he gave moses. These laws reminded me and really reveled how helpless I am and sinful I am. How I have a sinful nature that I cannot rid myself from. I became almost hopeless at the view of my own heart. How can I please God when his standard is righteousness, and my very existence is a stain upon his white robe? If he is silent, I wouldn't blame him.
But then I was reminded today of the truth. All have sinned and fallen short of God's glory. There is no one righteous. Yes, the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus. We can do nothing to achieve righteousness, and clean our own heart of sins. But Christ's blood is the perfect atoning sacrifice for my sin debt.
In him I find freedom, and can put my backpack down. I don't have to carry it anymore!
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