Ever feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, caught up in a whirlwind of business?
I step on the soil in Dominic Republic. Off the grid; no running water, only a short time each day on a
generator with electricity; dust and dirt everywhere.
Still, somehow I settle into a peace I have desperately needed.
We take cold, bucket baths behind resurrected steel; poured down like grace, washing away our filth. And I am reminded by this awakening….
His mercies are new every morning, regardless of where we live.
And yet somehow I miss those promises back home, where I carelessly wasted resources, failing to let grace wash over me thinking, for some reason, I couldn’t be dirty…simply because I could not see my own filth.
It is there, dark glasses hinder me from acknowledging the light of an abundantly blessed culture, and I miss thanksgiving, though I have so much to be thankful for.
Yet in Dominican, I seem to live wearing proverbial glasses of gratefulness; though water is cold, food scarce, poverty lurks, and my resources are lacking in every sense of the word.
And why is it, sometimes, our deficits reveal our need for God, our necessity for other people?
At night in DR…..
Today, I am over here, writing about Colliding with Stillness with some of the most humble, missions-minded women. (Join my, here to read the rest of this article.)
(Linking with Barbie)
