Last leg of travel

Today I am humbled (again) as I sit in Brussels to board my flight to Monrovia. Humbled that I don’t feel well, humbled that even though I was put up in a nice hotel I didn’t sleep well. After a long night of trying to sleep I am here, at the airport, wondering how much more difficult it may be and wondering if I rest in God in all things. Frailty of the human body can drain the best ambitions of the mind.

God, grant me your grace and peace as I long to serve You more. I know my time in Liberia may be physically challenging, but I want to be more like Paul and less like my ‘normal’ self.