Little children chatter outside my window as I hear the nearby sound of men chanting prayers to Allah. The fan clicks back and forth as I try to take in my new surroundings and process my first day. I know God brought me hear, I am reminded as I read the many replys from my e-mail, but why? Unanswered questions fill my head in knowing what my life should look like here and how to navigate the information, sights, and sounds that I've experienced so far. Unknowns are good, because they force me to depend upon God for His daily faithfulness. His grace is sufficient and I desire nothing but His direction.
Last night I took a sleeping pill at 2:30am and didn't arrouse from my slumber until 11:30am. I feel rested but still exhausted. I'm staying with a teammate until Wednesday and then am going to move into a guesthouse for a week and after become a vagabond. No, well maybe. The guesthouse has availibility for a few weeks, but there is a week in between that they don't have room. It will work for now and is best since I am not sure where the most convient place will be for me to live long term.
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A journey in far away lands
Come Thou Fount of every blessing tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, mount of God's unchanging love.
O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.
Here's my heart, O take and seal it for Thy courts above.
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