thats what I love about Sunday.

I think it’s going to take me a long time to process what the Lord has been teaching me here.
I envision night time in the babies room at home, in my chair, praying over those sweet souls and recounting all the miracles God has done.

While in Ethiopia I’ve come to appreciate not having TV, not having to work in the evenings, quality time around the dinner table, hiding out on the back porch to spend some quiet time with my God, having to rely on Him 100%.
I am going to miss the way that it’s so easy to feel and see God here.
Not that He isn’t visible at home, but at home our lives get so clutered that it’s harder to really see and feel.
I started making a list of the things God has taught me & while they all seem so basic - to me they are huge.  I can’t do it all.  I can ask for help.  I can be bold.  I can ask people if they know Jesus.  I don’t need the credit or the glory.  I am strong. 
I know there is more. 

Sundays are my favorite day in Addis. 
Sleeping in a little, getting picked up by the Gibsons, heading to Korah to fill the van with boys from Korah & then Beza international church.  I always get a word from our God at Beza & we praise and worship like I never have before.  I feel free.  It’s my time in the week to refocus, to refresh, to confess, to submitt fully, to be filled up.  I miss holding my husbands hand during prayer, but I’m thankful that my sweet boy Eyob is always right by my side.
Lunch after church & fellowship with the boys and the Gibsons completes the day.
It might not sound like much - but it’s those times of fellowship and refreshing that refuel me for another week.

I was thinking today about how selfish I can be at home with my time & how I hope and pray that when we get home life looks a little different.  I know it will take time to adjust with the babies - but there is nothing better than filling a van and going to worship Jesus.

I long for more.