Really?

Well friends, I'm shocked to be sitting here with ice on my foot, the team gone at the worksite, replaying the soccer dance from yesterday (past Africa tripees...you know what I'm talking about), begging God that I would get to partake in the rest of our trip, and perhaps still climb 19,540 feet next Sunday. There's hope that all will be "normal" tomorrow and that healing will come over me like a wave of His ocean. Or in the words of Dr. Bob [Voyles], amputation is always an option (just kidding mom and dad:)).

Last night as I laid in bed, foot propped, and IPOD in my ears, I thought about the events of the day and just how much I believe in the work of our Heavenly Father. I was BLOWN AWAY by the sheer selflessness of this group whether it was submission to the African way, everybody working HARD despite the pain, dads and new friends carrying me up and down stairs, and everyone asking the construction team "how can I help" when it would be much easier to sit and watch. During worship last night, kids and parents talked about the ways they had seen Jesus during the day... in the servant hearts of our YL counterparts, in the love for each other, in the outreach and kindness of school kids, in passersby who reached out a hand to help. To hear those things was like music to my ears. As a young life leader, and I'm sure as a parent, it's exactly what you want to hear. That your children "get it." That your friends "get it." That it's not about us. It's about the work of our Heavenly Father working in us to do something through us. Life is about submitting to the will of God...even when it hurts, when it's hard, and when it doesn't make sense.

And that's why I'm going to be content no matter what happens with "the foot." God is at work on this trip... in the heart of this team and in my own. And so if that means I have to sit out the climb this year because that's His will, I will do just that. I know He is good and His plans are perfect.

Thank you, thank you for all of the prayers...
Christin
a.k.a. the crip