When I was little I dreamed of being a gymnast (laughable, I know). I spent countless hours on my makeshift balance beam consisting of a 2 x 4 stretched across two 5 gallon glue buckets. I could easily do backbends, handstands, cartwheels and flips off the end. The one thing I struggled with was the straddle splits. No matter how much I stretched, it hurt. No matter how much I practiced, it hurt. Even when I finally succeeded, doing the slips was always painful for me and not something I enjoyed.
I feel like I am back in training to master the splits. I have one foot here, one foot in Kenya I am straddling the ocean, and it hurts as much as I remember. I know beyond a doubt that God has led me to serve Him in Kenya and I am anxious to get started. I also know that God has me here in this season of preparation for a reason. As hard as it is I know that the flexibility and perseverance will serve me well in the months and years to come.
As I come to mind will you pray that God will give me His perspective, to be persistent and diligent in developing a team of partners while trusting in His faithfulness and perfect time? Please pray that I will make much of Him wherever I am in this season of stretching.