I have the travel bug. I love a good road trip, just myself in a car with a cup of coffee, some great music, and a friend at the other end of the road. I love to hop on a plane, lifting into the air and defying gravity to reach a distant destination.
In just over a month, I’m hopping on a plane again, this time for my first international trip: Nicaragua! I’ll be traveling with a group from my church, through an organization called Hope Road Nicaragua. To be honest, I don’t know exactly what the trip holds, but I do know that God has placed an overwhelming excitement in my heart for the work He’s going to do in my life and in the lives of those on my team through this trip.
Over the past year or so, I’ve been wrestling with this concept of “enough.” Enough stuff. Enough time commitments. Enough talk. What does it mean to have enough? What is that line between “enough” and a distracting overabundance? And what does it look like when I live as though God is truly enough. When my possessions and commitments take second place to this God that, in words, I place at the top, but I remain distracted by the rest.
I don’t know what to expect from Nicaragua, but God’s been whispering to me: “I’m enough.” He’s enough when I, a person who likes to be in control of my environment and situations, enter into a week of little control. He’s enough when I barely speak the language. He’s enough when my heart is breaking for the poverty I face.
But. He’s also enough when I see the exuberance on the faces of the worshiping believers in the Nicaragua churches. He’s enough when I play with a child in an orphanage, and that child smiles, knowing she’s recognized, she’s loved. He’s enough when He provides strength and joy and peace.
This trip and what I do while I’m in Nicaragua is not about me. Not in the least bit. Part of my desire to join this trip came from a desire for the Lord to shake me out of my complacency. Shake me up and leave me changed and vibrant in Your spirit and power. I’ve been reading Jen Hatmaker’s Interrupted: When Jesus Wrecks Your Comfortable Christianity, and she begins with a similar request: “Raise up in me a holy passion.” Take me from complacency to an urgent purpose. I can’t begin to tell you about this book in a side note of this post, so I’ll post about it later. Just know that a comfortable Christianity isn’t the goal, and although the idea makes me a bit nervous–I’m an air-conditioning, hot showers, and ice-no-lemon-in-my-water-thanks kinda girl–I’m ready for God to banish the frivolity that so easily entangles me and capture my heart anew.
I know i don’t have to go to Nicaragua for that to happen, but sometimes for me, a jolt in my routine is helpful to shift my perspective.
I don’t know what to expect from Nicaragua, but I know I can expect my God to be enough.
And I’m so excited that I literally did a happy dance in the middle of work the other day. No joke.
Stick around and adventure with me, won’t you?
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