Thus far the Lord has helped me.
But sometimes,
In the midst of it,
I wonder were God is.
Coming to Brazil was difficult. I never imagined myself here. I never really wanted to be here. But the Lord led me and I followed. And now I love this part of my life.
But now I'm preparing to leave. I committed to lead the English program for two years. It's been two years. I decided to finish the school year, stay til December. But...with departure within spitting range, it means I have to admit it's there. I hate it. I love the people here. I love the work here. But this is a temporary place.
But then I ask why?
Lord, WHY?
Why did you give me a temporary place? Why is it time to think about transitioning yet again? I'm not good with transitions. I like to stay where I am. I like to be comfortable.
Whenever this topic of conversation comes up, I want to cry. I want to stomp my feet. I want to throw a fit.
Sometimes I do.
And while I hate even thinking about the fact that I will be leaving my home, my work, and my friends, I know that I can and will say
"Ebenezer".
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