“You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust. You make beautiful things out of us.” -Song by Gungor
“Life is very simple here,” Kerri said as we began our walk this morning.
That is an understatement. I can pretty much tell you what everyday is going to be like. There isn’t much of a variation from day to day. However, once in a while I like to switch it up. This morning it was just Kerri and I on the walk and we decided to walk through the old rice fields. We balanced on the little raised walking places that lie between each field. We laughed as the natives looked at the crazy Americans walking around in their fields. It was an adventure. When I got back I found out that Bob, Kerri, Mr and Mrs. Waid were going to Dhaka because Mr. Waid is so sick (pray for him). Everyone gathered around the van before they left and you could see how much the people here really care for the Waids. They are loved very much. Seeing all this love for one another reminded me of how much I miss my family back at home.
So now I am on my back porch thinking about all the things I miss.
I miss my family.
I miss running, wearing jeans, double stuffed oreos, driving, the feeling of being busy, and people speaking English. The list could go on forever of all the things that I use to hold for granted. It is so hard to live away from your culture for so long.
I realize that I cannot focus on these things though. I have a God that is so much greater than I can even comprehend and I know that He is here with me. He is teaching me about so many things. I’m learning to love and to be content with what I have or don’t have. Life isn’t all about me.
Even while I was sitting here typing this blog my precious little Danny came up to my house looking for me. He had to go to chapel but he quickly gave me a hug and while giving me a kiss on the cheek he told me he loved me. There is something so meaningful about telling the kids I love them when I know that what I feel is so much deeper than what I can express to them in a simple “I love you”. God is making beautiful things out of my life in Bangladesh. He always makes beautiful things out of every situation that we go through in life (even if we don’t see it right away).
I just have to remember that God makes beautiful things out of dust.
“Life is very simple here,” Kerri said as we began our walk this morning.
That is an understatement. I can pretty much tell you what everyday is going to be like. There isn’t much of a variation from day to day. However, once in a while I like to switch it up. This morning it was just Kerri and I on the walk and we decided to walk through the old rice fields. We balanced on the little raised walking places that lie between each field. We laughed as the natives looked at the crazy Americans walking around in their fields. It was an adventure. When I got back I found out that Bob, Kerri, Mr and Mrs. Waid were going to Dhaka because Mr. Waid is so sick (pray for him). Everyone gathered around the van before they left and you could see how much the people here really care for the Waids. They are loved very much. Seeing all this love for one another reminded me of how much I miss my family back at home.
So now I am on my back porch thinking about all the things I miss.
I miss my family.
I miss running, wearing jeans, double stuffed oreos, driving, the feeling of being busy, and people speaking English. The list could go on forever of all the things that I use to hold for granted. It is so hard to live away from your culture for so long.
I realize that I cannot focus on these things though. I have a God that is so much greater than I can even comprehend and I know that He is here with me. He is teaching me about so many things. I’m learning to love and to be content with what I have or don’t have. Life isn’t all about me.
Even while I was sitting here typing this blog my precious little Danny came up to my house looking for me. He had to go to chapel but he quickly gave me a hug and while giving me a kiss on the cheek he told me he loved me. There is something so meaningful about telling the kids I love them when I know that what I feel is so much deeper than what I can express to them in a simple “I love you”. God is making beautiful things out of my life in Bangladesh. He always makes beautiful things out of every situation that we go through in life (even if we don’t see it right away).
I just have to remember that God makes beautiful things out of dust.
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