In the Eye of the Storm
The end of August felt like anguish to me. It eerily reminded me of the difficult year I had in Mozambique. Everything swirling around me, like in a cyclone, one thing after another after another, making it hard to catch my breath. Earlier this year, my spring class focused on abiding in God, surrendering to Him, stepping aside, and letting Him live His life through me. It was such a beautiful thing. Truths I had heard before finally clicked. My favorite illustration from the class was that in the storms of life, focusing on God is like sitting in the eye of a storm, watching it swirl around you but unaffected by it. The summer storm built up slowly at first. My team leaders were gone. I hosted a 5-Day Club at the end of July. Midweek, our short-term lady arrived, and I started showing her the ropes. My team leaders returned, and we buckled down on preparations for our big Back-to-School picnic. Things were getting busier, like wind levels increasing. Then, the week before the big picn...