I love Saturdays.
On Saturdays I can rest, I can sleep in, I can just be. Its a gift, literally a gift God gave us to relax, to enjoy ourselves, to focus on Him.
So this morning, while it was still dark in my room (thanks to TheVWM who bought us some kick ass thick curtains from IKEA), I was laying in bed reflecting on this entire summer, the work team season. I was thinking about all the groups we had helping us, all the work we did, all the faces, the laughter, the joy, all the good, but it was not always good.
We experienced hardships, set backs, failures, and then something hit me, hard,
I suck at this!
Missionaries, like the Pope, are supposed to be perfect. They are, as you well know, the Rock Stars of the Christian world. Missionaries are folks that take advantage of every moment to pray. Missionaries never doubt, I mean, really, if you TRULY have faith can you ever doubt? Missionaries are humble to a fault, giving all the credit to God. Missionaries never get tired, they never get pissed, they never want to hide in a closet until the work team leaves for the states.
Missionaries are well, PERFECT, and I'm not.
So here is my confession, nothing too gritty, just hear me out.