Decompressing and processing...

Sitting in my living room with a fever from some exotic Haitian virus watching the superbowl with muscles aching, dizziness and a headache - but in the lap of luxury (three HOT showers later), I am just beginning the processing phase of mission trips - what did I accomplish? What was accomplished in me? Did I make a difference? Certainly, it was never really about me.. The amount of work to be done is astounding, overwhelming and seemingly hopeless. In my mind, I know God is bigger - in my heart I have no doubt God is bigger. I humbly resist the urge to make sense of the "why's"...who am I to presume the mind of God? The presence of God is unmistakable..and the healing of God cannot be denied. It is beyond question to me that He called me to demonstrate His love. Being there gave hope to those I attended and the team. It amazes me, that with all of our defects and shortcomings, our tendencies to struggle with doing the "right thing", He chooses us to comfort others and introduce them to an authentic, simple powerful encounter with Jesus. No pews, no hypocrasy, no judgement or secondary gain...at the end of the day it is about what He reveals of Himself to us, in His own time and for His own purposes. This time, His purpose was to be His hands and feet and voice to comfort His children. Thank you all for the steady prayers-I could not have survived without them, and certainly would not have recognized the blessing.