When God Speaks...

Sometimes it hurts.  I ask and ask and ask.  I want the Lord to speak to me.  Sometimes it is not what I am wanting to hear.  Does that ever happen to you?  I ask for something specific and He doesn't answer, (at least I don't hear or see an answer) or I ask generically for Him to speak to me and He tells me to fast and pray.
For a week.  Specific instructions; one meal a day, rice and beans, for the entire week before my trip to Haiti.

Ok Lord, I get it.  Obey me in the little things and I will trust you with much.  I know, I know.  But I like to eat.  Today is day 1 of obedience.  The rice is in the cooker and the beans are from a can being heated in the microwave.  And I get so impatient.  I am frustrated that I don't have minute rice and that the microwave plate in the microwave is broken.  Inconvenient. 

I really should be trying to make them over a charcoal fire like the Haitians do, but He didn't tell me specific instructions on cooking.


I will eat them salted on a tin plate with a spoon.  I am thankful for salt.  And a plate and a spoon.

My main prayer is for the team I am thrilled to be bringing to this nation that has changed my life.

Lord give me the eyes that you want me to have.  Make my vision very clear.  Direct my path.  Give me courage and strength to step out of my comfort zone and serve you as you want me to serve.