It's been a tough 24 hours, tougher than I'd like to admit. I want to be holier than this attachment to things, but the incident is haunting me. I feel like I have an instant replay of the robbery on repeat, running over and over again in my mind. I feel way more sorry for myself than I should, and I'm secretly (well, not anymore) wondering why everyone else doesn't feel so sorry for me too. There it is.
Last week I was out of whack for several days after our Lima airport incident, and I was just getting my energy back on Friday and Saturday, finally cleaning the house well, shopping for groceries, cooking again. All that momentum is gone. I'm moping and sulking to be truthful.
Please pray for me. I know I can't keep this up. I was reminded today that God allowed this, even if He didn't send it. Am I willing to accept the circumstances He has for me? Am I willing to give Him my treasures if He asks? I want to be. I want to move on quickly.
This week there is an ENT medical team from the US working here in Pucallpa. Tim's having his ear surgery on Tuesday (another good subject for prayer!). I'm translating every morning from 8-12 and providing snacks as well. That's a busy schedule on top of all the other things I do normally. I hope it will be a blessing, keep me moving and positive, thinking about something other than myself.
So then, those who suffer according to God's will should commit themselves to their faithful Creator and continue to do good. 1 Peter 4:19