Reaching my hand into my wallet is a reminder of what 2013 has been like: you never know what you're going to pull out. Dollars, rand, pula, kwatcha, euro. Happy reminders, sad reminders. Fascination and frustration.
Three dollars for goodbye coffee date with a friend at Starbucks.
Seven pula for combi fare to Old Naledi Baptist Church.
Forty rand for a breathtaking drive to the very southern-most tip of Africa.
Twelve kwatcha for the mandatory squash needed to host a girls night with CBU students.
Fifteen euro for the chance to walk inside a monument of persecution and pray for the advance of the gospel.
Beyond the goodbyes to friends in the states, I did not foresee any of these destinations or experiences.
Like pulling out kwatcha to try to pay for gelato, sometimes I think, that's not what I was looking for.
But isn't it beautiful that God knows better than we do? If I had only gotten what I was looking for in 2013, I would have seriously limited Him. Good thing he is more powerful than that.
Serving a God who is able to do abundantly more than all we can ask or imagine: Priceless.
"By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another." John 13:35
I can relate. Praying for you as you start the end of the journey.
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