I suddenly realise why God brought me to Burma all those years ago. It was not to do anything, but instead to be done in. No great calling, no mission to fulfill, but to be broken and to receive healing of my person. How strong and stubborn I must be, to be dragged out all the way here just to be crushed. Or maybe this is God being gentle.
It's humbling to realise that all this while, as I was gearing up for flight, God was just about to teach me how to walk.
No comments:
Post a Comment