Believing God's Best!
I have so many things to be grateful for. I can't believe that it was only a couple years ago, when I dug in my heels and said ,"NO way God, I don't want to go to Australia." And like a child said, "I hate it there!" To show how emphatic I was, and that I truly meant it, I took some time to scream at Leigh about it (not because he was making me go, but because he was, in a way, connected, and of course "wildly responsible" for it) I knew in my heart that I didn't hate it here, but I hated the fact that I could have to change. I like comfort. Of course after many years serving in a mission organization where you MUST learn to adapt, you either become good at it, or good at hating it - depending on your experiences. I think in some way, deep down, I knew that it was right that we come here, and I felt somehow frustrated that this was "God's Best" for me. I guess it could be traced back to adolescent days, when I bloody-well...