After being in Ghana for 8
months, I sit staring at the last 11 days on my calendar before I leave. I have
been trying to process through emotions, but there are SO MANY and they are
constantly changing that I haven’t even figured out how to process well.
Since a week and a half ago, there have been multiple days
that I’ve woken up feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of going to
school, simply because I know it is ending so soon. I have cried in front of
kids multiple times… Sometimes, you just can’t keep it inside! Sitting in
Autumn’s office this morning, I talked her through a million things going
through my head. To sum up my mind…
Me: It’s not like I’m on a roller coaster, just…
Autumn: Just a perpetual flood?
Yes, exactly…
At this point, I don’t have a lot of “things” I want to
accomplish. I want to cry with the kids… I want to pray for the school… I want
to spend time with Autumn and Emily… I want to laugh… I want to love hard… and
I get to do each of those every day (ok, I’m not crying with kids every day…
But it has happened a couple time in the last few weeks!). I simply want to be
present in this place for as long as I can. Returning from Cape Coast, I was
reminded that life will most certainly go on when I leave… There will be some
stings, and the evening of “See you later” will be extremely painful, but for
everything, there is a season…
Last Wednesday, I struggled through some feelings of
inadequacy in thinking about my time here, just feeling as though I hadn’t done
as much for the kids I wanted or seen as much change in some of them as I hoped…
But God really had to show me that I am dealing with living, breathing sons and
daughters of Him, and He’s the one who is going to be present here forever and
ever, even when I leave. It took words of encouragement and tears from someone else
to really make me able to believe that my time here mattered… To really be able
to believe God’s truth above the enemy’s lies. Above all else, I know that my
time and purpose here was planned by God, even when I have a hard time figuring
out what my “purpose” was. I have really been leaning on Isaiah 49 this week,
which I read on the afternoon of my struggles…
“He said to me, ‘You
are my servant, Israel, in whom I will display my splendor.’
But I said, ‘I have
labored in vain; I have spent my strength for nothing at all. Yet what is due
to me is in the Lord’s hand, and my reward is with my God.’
And now the Lord says…
‘It is too small for you to be my servant to restore the tribes of Jacob and
bring back those of Israel I have kept. I will also make you a light for the
Gentiles, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the earth.’” (v. 3-4, 6)
Just when I felt as though my labor was nothing, He told me “Not only are you not nothing, but you are even greater than you can imagine…Even the
title of “servant” I have given you is too small…”
That afternoon, I sat
outside the library and wept during our staff meeting, simply overwhelmed at
the fact that He wouldn’t even give me an afternoon of wallowing before He
spoke up on my behalf… I soon had a group of 1st graders gathered
around me, and all I could tell them in response to “Auntie Kathy, why are you
crying?!” was “God is just really cool…”
He’s more than cool… He’s faithful. He’s redeeming. He’s
caring. He’s a fighter. He’s sovereign. He’s King of Kings, Lord of Lords… He is the one with the bigger picture in mind that I am so desperately trying to see, handing over my human eyes that look to next Saturday and instead taking up His eyes, which see my life and its purpose in His kingdom...
As I am typing this, the rain has started falling… My
favorite thing in Ghana. I’m sure that means the power will go out soon, which
is really too bad since it’s time to go to bed and it’s challenging to sleep
without the fan… But God, I thank you for the time of peace that the rain
brings to my heart. I thank you for the ways that you show yourself in simple
beauties. And Lord, I thank you for the way you love us, are enthralled by us, pursue
us… You are really cool.
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