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When It's Just Too Much

A typical week can be an emotional roller-coaster. Just ask anyone on the field and they will probably tell you about how the power got cut and they forgot about their wet laundry in the washing machine and how it frustrated them. Then they will tell you about the hard day that they had and cried their eyes out for most of it. And then (as if that wasn't enough), they will share their joy with you about the 1 person that accepted Jesus, because sometimes you can share and share and share and only 1 person sees their need for a Savior.

Sometimes its just too much. Need after need is brought to you, expecting to be fulfilled. Anywhere from "foreigner, my house is falling apart, fix it" to "yes! Tell us about Jesus because the people need to know hope that will change their lives." There is not enough you to fulfill all the needs. There is not enough money or time or words.

I love what the Lord has called me to. I love that I live where the people are friendly and hospitable and so warm. I especially love that they like to laugh. I love that I can openly share Jesus with people I come in contact with. I also love seeing the lightbulb go off in someone's eyes when they hear the Gospel for the first time...like their chains of bondage are visibly falling off them.

But along with all those loves, there are things that make me want to give up. Hard days seem to have a spotlight on them. The enemy uses the bad days against me. Telling me I'm not enough and that I will never get the language enough for people to ever understand anything I say. Always keeping those bad days in view to try to make me forget. Forget the goodness of the God I love and will follow for the rest of my days.

But, God is ALWAYS good. No matter what troubles may come. The power may go out, but it gives you uninterrupted quiet time. The laundry will lose the sour smell when you hang it on the line in the fresh air. The hard day will become less hard with good friends and co-workers and prayers from precious prayer warriors all over the world. The 1 person that accepted Jesus will turn into 8 people, which will turn into 50.

Don't, for one second, think that all these revelations came during the hard time. Seeing the good in hard situations is very difficult and something I strive to be better at doing. But God is always good in showing how He has been at work in your life, for His glory.

So, what do I do when its just too much? I cry if I need to. I yell if I need to. I celebrate if I need to. Because God sees me. He sees you. He sees that hard thing that constantly holds you back. He sees the thing that breaks your heart. But He also sees when He brings joy to your heart. We just need to remember where that joy comes from. Its from nothing we do. It is all Jesus.

Its all Jesus, and there is no better person to run to.

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