What on earth would compel me to go to live in a central African nation?!
Nothing in this world says that packing up my life and moving to Africa is the right thing or the logical thing.
I have an awesome job getting to work on some of San Antonio's coolest new developments with coworkers who are more like friends/family.
I am in arguably the best shape of my life and absolutely loving every minute I get to spend at the Tribe (Crossfit) sweating it out, pursuing God, and just sharing life with everyone there.
I am part of a thriving small group of young adult women who are continuously pursuing the Lord and serving each other.
BUT none of that compares to the undeniable joy found in being able to put all that aside and follow the Lord where ever He sends me.
There are nerve wracking things about preparing to move across the world for a bit but there is such a peace in knowing that my prayers of "Thy will be done" to God WILL be done if they are His plan, and there is nothing that I can do to change that. God is all-powerful and I have seen that through this journey.
Mostly through the elimination of idols - the things I thought I absolutely had to have in my life to be happy. But also through the timing of everything, big and small too. From shielding me from an extreme rent increase to introducing a new friend into out small group who works for a non-profit in Rwanda (Uganda's neighbor!), to allowing me to see and help move into the new Tribe gym in July.
I don't mean to say "follow God because good things will happen to you" but on the days when my faith waivers through this journey it's reassuring to think back on these things and remember God's faithfulness and love through these gifts.
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