I’ve had a week of addressing legitimate concerns that directly affect me and Rwanda Young Life. I spent all day yesterday on the phone with various people trying to find a solution to the problems at hand. In my mind, I had good reason for freaking out. I had all reasons to lose it completely, if I wanted to. However, just about every African I talked to about my problem told me to relax.
RELAX?! Seriously? That’s your solution? I was so annoyed by this reaction because I couldn’t see a way to “relax” when I felt I had to spring into action and conquer all. I had to figure something out or else the consequences were going to be catastrophic to my being in Rwanda. I had to review all my options so that I would know which direction was best. I had to be in control. I had to have control. I had to.
What if I didn’t?
You know, I’ve realized something about myself. While I profess faith, I have very little. Living in Africa is difficult for many reasons, but is easy for one. There are so many faith filled people who live here. All those people who told me to relax weren’t saying it to frustrate me or to condemn me for not having faith. They were telling me to relax because they loved me and wanted me to experience the faith they had in our very BIG God. The faith that brings peace beyond our understanding. The faith that proclaims God as sovereign over our whole life & the whole world. The faith that responds with thanksgiving when facing trials. The faith that moves mountains. The faith that heals. The faith that always wins because God is on our side.
On my way home after taking a step of faith to inquire with immigration about getting a visa, I saw the word “RELAX” stamped on the back of a car. My response: “I surrender… I will relax in Jesus Christ. May His will be done.”
