After a 65 hour travel day from South Africa to Nicaragua, my body is not exactly happy.

I woke up the first morning not feeling 100%, but thought it would wear off. It didn’t.

I didn’t sleep well that night, and woke up with a snotty nose, a sinus headache, and a throat that felt like sandpaper.

I ended up staying back from ministry to get some rest. I couldn’t sleep. I maybe slept a few hours out of the whole day I stayed back. I’ve been wrestling some things and so it was mostly a day spend in prayers. I still don’t have any answers to those prayers.

God’s been teaching me one big thing lately. That thing is this:

We often get comfortable with where we are, and then when God calls us deeper, we throw a fit. BUT I ALREADY DID THIS, we say. Or maybe scream and shout at Him. Because we gave up something already, but He’s asking us to give up everything.

But isn’t He worth everything? Isn’t He worth walking away from it all to have Him?

I went to ministry today, though I considered asking to stay back, because I still don’t feel the greatest. But I went, because the time here is short, and people need to know they’re loved. People need to know that someone died so they could live. People need to know that they’re a character in a story, and that their stories need to get better and that their stories GET better.

Today I sat with my team and our ministry host. We sat and talked and heard her story. When we asked what she needed prayer for, her eyes filled with tears as she told us how her family is being torn apart and she needs her family to stay together. We prayed for her and she had tear-filled eyes, but they were also filled with such joy. Joy that God sent us there today. Joy that we sat with her. Joy that we prayed with and for her. Joy that she has faith that God hears and answers prayer.