A new definition of faith...

I'll have to admit this past few weeks have been probably some of the toughest I have had since arriving here.  Culture shock set in like no other, frustrations grew to a high, and when I friend had to unexpectedly go home from a country and a people she loved, I broke. 

I think as belvrs, we always think that we are safe.  That He will take care of us.  And especially because you are in this type of work, that you are invincible and untouchable.  You try not to think about safety and risk because they are so overwhelming here.  But this past week, my thoughts and my ideas of the Father were crushed.  I realized that my definition of safety and His protection did not exist in His dictionary, only in mine.  

So I guess after this time, I've come away with a new definition of faith.  It isn't that it is better or worse, just different.  Deeper perhaps.  A more honest relationship with the Father and the remembering that their is nothing I can do here on my own.  Oh how I need Him. 

Is He safe?  No, He isn't safe, but He is good. 

Beautiful Feet