Tim and I spent some precious time tonight singing worship songs. Being here I have the distinct feeling of doing exactly what I am called to do. There is something deeply peaceful about this assurance that I am in the center of God's will for me. It brings a new kind of closeness with Him. Not to mention that mentally I feel absolutely right here. I expected (and perhaps it is yet to come) that being in this culture would grow my anxious nature. The exact opposite has occured so far. I feel like I turned from a brittle piece of dry spaghetti into a wet noodle- in all the best ways! Flexibility is my new middle name. Also "Ani-bones" in reference to the fact that after a night of illness and two days of barely eating, my ribs are starting to show. Keep praying for my health!

Anyway, I was reading Lamentations tonight and was again struck (as always) by the beauty of the book (in the Bible). In the midst of grief and complaint, the writer pauses to remember a few true things.

Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope. Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him. It is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. Lamentations 3:21-26

Therefore I have hope. This illness will not consume me, and He has new compassions for me in the morning.

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