I can cope with the big things. I can deal with power cuts, water shortages, new foods, mosquitoes, dirty feet, and the stress of language learning. I am prepared for the big things.
The small things are
the real killers. Merciless assassins quietly stalking my morale,
cloaked in shadow, taking aim, and firing when I least expect it.
It’s dropping laundry on the dusty ground just before hanging it on the
line. It’s my laptop restarting in the middle of a journal entry
because it decided, all on it’s own, to update all of Windows. It’s
Katadyn filtered water tasting like plastic, but we have to drink it
because the other option is typhoid. It’s the endless sweeping
because dusty roads lead to dusty floors.
These are the real killers, but I am not defenseless.
My defense is the gospel. The love and grace that covers and compels me to action.
My defense is you. You, the individuals who generously give, regularly
pray, and actively encourage. I wouldn’t make it without you.
defense is choosing to live in the reality that none of this is about
me. It’s about the sick child receiving life saving medical care. It’s
about the village damaged by the mudslide. It’s about treating and
stopping Aids. It’s about making it possible for international workers to
live and be effective in isolated jungle communities.
There may be morale killers here, but I am well armed and you’ve got my back.