From that day I climbed on the plane to this very day, one thought has permeated all I do and think. Life is such a crazy thing. Since when did I become an 18 year old who lives in Romania and hangs out with the elderly (and loves it)? How is it possible that each day I get to walk out of my door into an old historical town and pass under a clocktower that has stood for many years past? Why do I get to go and work in a village that has no true doctor and help aid the nurse there today? Why do I get to experience what it's like to have two "little brothers" who love me? How come I get to hang out with two of Pearce's most committed leaders day in and day out? What on earth have I done to deserve such a life? Nothing.
God's grace is all-powerful and incredible.
"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me."
2 Corinthians 12:9
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