I thought going into our 4th month things would be easier.
But, they aren’t.
Don’t get me wrong. Cooking, living, language-barrier, friendships, etc. are all at such a perfect place. Not because things are roses, but because God has perfectly ordained and orchestrated each detail.
Rus and I literally live day-to-day grieving the loss our “life expectations,” being reminded that we signed up for a ride we would not control. That ride being: the moment we became followers of Christ.
This is not a weepy, I want to cry all day, kind of grief. It is a deep, sanctifying cleansing.
We are grieving what we thought jobs, family and friends would look like at this point in our lives.
We used to think we would have a group of friends we would grow old with, children and perfect, stable jobs.
But, God is reminding me that it REALLY isn’t about my plans, expectations or “dreams.”
May God continue to lead us through unfamiliar and uncomfortable circumstances.
And in the end, may God get the glory for His story in our lives.