Stuck

I'm stuck...stranded actually. On the 2nd floor of my favorite coffee shop in Tegucigalpa. It's pouring outside and since I just washed, blow-dried, and straightened my hair, I'm in no rush to hurry into the rain.

Stranded with Air-conditioning, coffee, baked goods, and free wi-fi....it might just be the best "day off" ever!

Being stuck here has given me a lot of time to journal, reflect, and read my Bible which is a great thing too. Today's chosen passages just happened to be in Job which is book of the Bible that I am particularly fond of, despite the fact at it's a bit of a downer (well for Job at least).

God seems to speak to me every time I read Job, but usually they are words of caution instead of encouragement. Every time I get into a funk, He uses Job as a friendly reminder that it could be worse.

Not that I'm in a huge funk but a funk none the least. I reached the point on Saturday where I just wanted to throw my hands up and yell "I don't care". The truth is, I do really care. I care a out God's will, and these children, and this ministry. I care a lot, which makes it even harder.

I was stuck.

Just like I'm stuck now. I just wanted to sit and do nothing. I wanted God to snap His fingers or send lightning bolts or something to make me feel better. I didn't want to have to try anymore.

But Job is reminded to "submit to God and be at peace with Him....to accept instructions from His mouth and lay up His words in your hearts." (Job 22:21-22).

I am stuck because I choose to be.

I am choosing how to respond to the kids when they are fighting over a toy. I am choosing the words that I use every time I open my mouth. I am choosing to let the negative thoughts win. I am choosing....and sometimes (maybe often) I am choosing wrong.

God tells us what to do: submit, accept, lay up (or guard) His words and instructions.

And so it seems to me that God has stuck so that I can get un-stuck.