It's pretty easy to get discouraged. It definitely hits me when I'm tired. When I look back on this past month, I'm in awe. I never imagined that I would encounter nearly as much culture shock as I have since arriving. I'm trying to remind myself that this is a process that takes time. There's not a quick I'm-off-the-plane-I-need-to-be-acclimated pill that I can pop into my mouth like the throat lozenges I've been sucking on.
This has been a month completely focused on trust. After my very overwhelming first week, my mom and I had a conversation. She said, "Well, when you look back on this time of adjustment, you can be absolutely sure of whose strength has done this." I live in absolute confidence that I am not doing this of my own power and will. My strength comes from Christ.
Please be in prayer for me that I seek to follow Christ's best for my life each day. Isn't easy to get caught up in our day-to-day tasks and to forget to look for the big picture?
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