So, I have been struggling lately. I love Georgia and am so excited to go to Armenia. Hopefully reach some unreached people groups. But Georgia has been hard for me. I sprained my ankle a few weeks back and it is still swollen. I can walk on it though. I chipped my tooth while flossing, so it is a bit more sensitive. My back had been hurting this last week again. Personal money has been tight and it was stressful trying to figure out how to get my perscription out here. On top of that I felt like my last team (we just had team changes) was left with a lot of hurt and misunderstanding. I did speak to people, but it still hurts.
Our squad has also faced a lot of challenges. People at home passing away. Colds, exhausten, etc. We call it cheap shots from the enemy.
In all of this I have felt like this could not be home. How could it be? Home is safety, peace and a place. I know that this world is not my home. But, I want a place far from harm. On top of that I have felt the Lord bringing up again the feeling of suffering for the faith. Believing that the reason I have faced so many trials in my life, was to prepare me for the future suffering.
Then, today as we were sharing the Gospel with our friend we invited her to come home. That helped me remember that home was not a feeling, a safe place in this world, or even being far from trials. It was in the arms of Jesus. Receiving His love and grace. Our friend gave her life to Christ and we said welcome home. Then, throughout the day I was reminded that my mission was inviting people into the arms of Jesus, their home and hope. I do not have to be far from trials, challenges and the attacks from the enemy to be home. I am already there. I do not have to look for it, but run to His arms every day.
I will be in the States soon! I love everybody! Love, Elizabeth