Last Sunday, I went to small group as I do most Sundays. The hosts of our group have two children. While we are meeting, their 5 year-old has quiet time and their 2 year-old takes a nap. While the kids were sleeping this past Sunday, I discussed the stresses and anxiety surrounding my trip to Honduras coming up. In one week from today I will be on a plane to the country that I love. This sounds like a dream come true if you know how much I love that country and my family there, but this return has seemed to be more bitter than sweet. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to get there and hug everyone and spend two months loving them, serving them, and learning from them.
After my small group prayed over me and encouraged me, the 2 year-old woke up from her nap a little early and came out to join us. She had her blanket in one hand and her little Jesus Storybook Bible in the other. She walked towards me and climbed right on up in my chair with me, and said something that I was sure I wasn't hearing right (being a 2 year-old, she can be a little hard to understand at times). But nonetheless, she kept repeating it, over and over. She was saying, "Jesus is enough. Jesus is enough." Isn't it funny how the Lord can use a 2 year-old to teach me to have a child-like faith? He knew the struggles within me and the fears that came from my own heart, and used a child to tell me that He is enough.
So when I think of the stress and anxiety surrounding this trip, I remember, Jesus is enough.
When I think of a very ill family member that I may be seeing for the last time before I leave, I remember, Jesus is enough.
When I think of a grandmother (whom I happen to live with) who has been dealing with anxiety and nervousness for a few months, making it even harder to leave her in a big ole house by herself, I remember, Jesus is enough.
When my head is filled with lies that come from the enemy that tell me I am incapable of loving the people in Honduras, incapable of loving the interns I will be leading, and inadequate at sharing the love of Jesus, I remember, Jesus is enough.
The Lord works in mysterious ways, and I need to allow those workings to transform my heart and equip my hands to love His children, but first to love myself.
