Journaling

I love to journal. Mostly prys, but its always amazing to look back and see where I've been, what He is done, to reflect and sometimes even laugh. So today I was journaling and decided to look back through a bit and I came upon an entry exactly one year ago today. It was interesting to see where I was and where He has brought me from just a year ago.

One year ago today, it was a Sunday, I think and I believe I'd had one of those major homesickness/culture meltdowns. We had just had seen some friends off to go back to American who had come for a week visit so I was going through major social withdrawal and just really struggling. I wrote in my journal that I didn't want to go back to teaching. As much as I loved it, I wanted to be doing stuff out and about...hiking, traveling, etc. I was on such a mountain top high about going out and telling the story. Ironically, or actually not so much, what I wrote next is just how the Father works. The next day after that entry and pouring my heart out to Him, He answered my cry. School was cut short by three weeks for some other circumstances, I was no longer teaching, and I was able to begin traveling again. Why, why, why do I doubt His faithfulness in even the little things.... And now looking to where He has brought me, forgive me Father for not wanting what I asked for :). I need major forgiveness for not being content in my life now, especially in the things I ASKED For...LOL.

I also wrote this poem in my journal that day, but I'm not sure where it came from. I know I didn't write it.

I asked for strength that I might achieve. He made me weak that I might obey.

I asked for health that I might do great things. He gave me grace that I might do better things.

I asked for riches that I might be happy. He did not give them, so that I might be wise.

I asked for power that I might have the praise of man. He gave me weakness that I might need Him.

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life. He gave life that I might enjoy all things.

I received very few of the things I asked for but instead I received the things I had only hoped.

for.

Beautiful, journaling, Feet