We have been home five days now, and as I look back on the trip I know there will be a few things that in years to come will stick out. It was a great trip, lots of fun playing with the girls and swimming. But I believe in years to come I will think back and remember our last night in Mombasa. After we had an incredible time worshipping the Lord, we partook in the Lord's Supper. This was the first time that we got to do this with our daughter, now our sister in Christ. What a wonderful memory to have. And being in Mombasa we did not have the Lord's Supper the traditional way, instead we had passion juice and bread from the resort. Our group only had one cup and since some were a little sick we just dipped the bread in the juice. As we did this and I watched Ayden the Lord reminded me again that it is not what is on the outside but what is going on in the heart. We were not sitting in pews with tiny little cups with grape juice and a dry cracker, we were on the floor with passion juice and soft roll; but that is not what is important to the Father. I am so thankful that we do not serve a God whose is only concerned with outward acts, but cares about the heart. I am so thankful I can worship my God anywhere and in anyway.
Our Father also reminded me while we were there that He is worth it. Sometimes I become so selfish and really miss all the conveniences of home. I miss my family and friends and fellowship and I miss having bacon in the morning and a normal washer and a dryer. Add learning a language on top of that and I can wonder if it is worth all the trouble. While in Mombasa He just reminded me again that no matter what happens He is worth it. It is something I know but something I often need to be reminded of. We sang a song that talked about our hearts cry, and was challenged about what our heart cry is. Who do I cry out for? What do I cry out for?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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i love my sista what an encouragement to us all!!!
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