As you read this we are just beginning our Bolivian journey. We should have arrived in La Paz last night, and flown to Cochabamba early this morning.
Later today, I will post my first thoughts and stories from Day 1, but this morning I would like to share the prayer I found myself writing during my Friday morning time with the Lord.
Prayer for the Journey:
Father, My stomach is all aflutter. I desperately want to serve and glorify You with all that I am. Yet this morning “all that I am” seems very small and insignificant.
Who am I to tell Your stories?
Who am I to touch the least of these, when I feel so insufficient?
How can I make a difference? I can’t.
How can I capture immense needs with simple words? I can’t.
How can I be bold when my thoughts and questions flood my mind with anxiety and insecurity? I can’t.
But You can!
You gave me the boldness I needed to say “yes” six weeks ago. Now, I pray that YOU will make me bold to go – to go and be . . .
- Your hands.
- Your feet.
- Your embrace.
- Your love.
Please help me Lord to tell Your stories so that people will see and know what You want them to understand. Give my words and pictures life, so that they are not just stories on a page, but real – fleshed out people . . . children, families, and communities dearly loved by You.
And Father I pray that from this day forward, with eyes opened and heart tendered, loved by me . . . through my words, through my prayers, and through my actions.
May it be for Jesus sake. Amen.
I have shown you in all things that by working hard in this way we must help the weak, remembering the words that the Lord Jesus Himself said, “There is more happiness in giving than in receiving.” Acts 20:35 (GN)