Hello out there in blog land! I hope you are doing well. I have quickly settled into the routine of a normal day at language school. The only thing that disrupts that routine is the weekend where all I’ve done is read, study, do my language homework, and rest. I’m definitely not complaining because my brain needs to rest after a week stuffed full of Swahili learning. I’m done with language school this week. I will head back to Dar es Salaam on Friday and be in Masasi by Monday. I am excited to get settled into a routine down there and ready to get working on the real reason I came to Tanzania: helping Joyce and Mavuto with their work here.
I’ve been reading Exodus in my devotions lately and the one that has stood out to me is the way Moses and the then the Isrealites questioned God about almost everything. When I first read it, I couldn’t believe they had the guts to question God when He was audibly speaking. Then I thought back on all the times I doubted God about whether I was supposed to come here or not. I also think of all the ways He tried to show me that it was truly what He was calling me to do. I still would like to think that if I had heard God’s voice like Moses did, I would believe Him no matter what, no questions or doubts. But who knows? It does bring me comfort that I’m not alone in my constant doubting of God’s call on my life. The important thing in Moses’ case and mine is that we finally listened. We may have voiced some doubts, but we still went through with it and completed the call God put on our lives. Obviously I haven’t completed God’s call, but I’m hoping I will.
Have you ever had a time in your life when you felt God calling you to do something and you doubted and questioned Him? Tell me about it in the comment section if you feel comfortable doing so.