God's Call is All Worth It.

I just got off the phone with my good friend Theresa, who is currently living in Rwanda doing a variety of things like community health assessments, teaching English, and working and playing at the Boys' Home. It was the first time I have spoken to her since she has been there, and it was glorious. She sounded so good and absolutely loves it there. When I called her, she was having lunch with the boys at the Home. The boy that I sponsor, David, was right next to her and told her to tell me that he loves me.

Even though I didn't speak to any of the boys, I could hear the rumblings and the sounds. I could hear loud noises and voices of Rwanda, voices that are largely the cause of my holy discontent, my burden, my heart. I am moving to Rwanda because God has connected my heart to them in a way I cannot explain. I can't communicate with them very well or carry on a conversation. When I arrive there in 9 days I won't have much to say. Which is ironic because my heart feels and says so much about them. But it is not just them that makes the Spirit inside me yearn to go, it is that I am in the midst of God's calling. And there is nothing I would rather do than to follow what God is calling me to. Although it is extremely difficult to sacrifice all that this trip is asking me to give up, it is all worth it.