Diapers and Hermeneutics classes, reading seven chapters from "Foundational Bible Teaching" while watching three kids and folding laundry, logging work-detail hours while praying for the troubled boy met during community outreach, chatting with a friend in Mozambique about their recent country riots...and then calling a friend in Lexington to chat about child-rearing--these are just a few of the facets and responsibilities that have been occupying our days the past few weeks as we settle in to classes here at the New Tribes Mission Training Center. Our lives have felt a bit fragmented at times as we juggle our responsibilities with our growing family, the communities we are a part of around the world, and our classes here in Missouri.
Sometimes I even find myself wondering what God is doing. Wondering things like...
...why He's blessing us with another baby--in the middle of the semester!
...why we find ourselves putting our five-year-old on a school bus every day when had been looking forward to home-schooling.
...why we find ourselves back in classes in the middle of Missouri rather than a year at "home" in Kentucky
Over our last four years in Mozambique we have found that the Lord often clearly sets us off in a direction without always giving specific insight into why He is moving or what He is doing. We know He is acting but our perspective is so narrow that we mostly just feel the growing pains.
And then there are those rare moments when He gives us a glimpse of the beauty of what He is doing...
I saw my daughter's face for the first time the other day--in three-dimension--her tiny hands clenched up by her delicate features as beautiful as any face I've ever seen. I haven't met her yet--still another nine weeks or so to go--but it was such a special moment to get a glimpse of what God is doing as He actively forms her. It isn't that I have not known He's been at work--there have been some pretty clear signs! Like the fact that I can't hardly walk up the long hill from classes to our apartment every day without panting heavily...or that my 18-month-old daughter runs around the house chanting "belly, belly, belly" and asking for peeks at my ever-so-conspicuous one.
It can be so easy to focus on the uncomfortable things in our lives--the growing pains. But I am finding that it helps to remember that my perspective is so incomplete and that God is doing something through that process--that all the stretching is somehow for His glory--and maybe for something beautiful. He doesn't always show us...but it is pretty amazing when He does!
