A friend who is contemplating going into missions asked me last week if I had any fears about raising my kids in a foreign country...YES! I answered truthfully but didn't elaborate on all the fears swirling in my head...will they be safe in a big city like Lima? will they have a nice place to play outside? where will they go to school? will they become socially awkward? will they even know their grandparents/aunts/uncles/cousins? Earthquakes!?! will they learn spanish? will they feel forever out of place? will they be emotionally scarred forever...(welcome to the inside of my head).
I don't know why, but one thing I tend to fret about is the weather. I know its pretty silly, but when we moved here from the DR the weather was the biggest culprit in my "culture shock". I was always cold, and I missed the sun! Not just for the warmth but for the color! For how beautiful the sun makes everything look. Winter is so gray. Oh how I longed (and still long) for this:
|Lucy and I enjoying breakfast on the beach|
But God was so gentle with me. He could have taught me the lesson that I so obviously needed to learn in many ways, but the way He decided to teach me made me love Him even more. Here's what he taught me and how.
I was looking at the photos, and they were so beautiful. God created so much beauty there, and he allowed me to live there for almost eight years! What a privilege! I remember being really scared about going to the DR, and have a funny memory from our first couple weeks there of making a pro/con list (stay or go), because we were struggling so much. The con list was long and the only thing on the pro side (that i remember) was that we believed God brought us there. We are so glad that we stayed. It was sooo good. What blessings God gave us there. It was really hard too (it wasnt all beaches and palm trees) but even the painful stuff was good because of how we grew.
|View from our front porch|
|Me and Lucy, hanging out in the hammock|
The next day the sun came out. Perfectly clear, blue sky. I snapped these two photos with my phone from the car on my way home from taking Lucy to school.
|Mt. St. Helens|
God has been good to me all of my life-what reason do I have to worry that that will change now?
I know that God is good. He loves me, and He can be trusted with my life. I can trust Him to provide for us financially, and I can trust him to help me find beauty and joy even when its foggy. I can trust Him with my kids. I trust that He knows what He's doing, that Peru will be good, even when its hard. Because God is good and He loves me. I can't believe that I sometimes forget that!