I find myself praying quite a bit since I got back from Kenya. I want to pray that God just makes everything smooth and the immigration official stamps me for three more months. But a tiny part of me asks why I’m still struggling without the right papers here and why not wait it out in the States? I want to pray for the clear sign to head back, for the chance to reconnect with friends, family and supporters, to be able to fundraise a bit more. But every time, I realize that my strongest desire is for God’s will to be done. I don’t want to be here or there if it isn’t where I’m supposed to be. I find I’m resonating tonight with the words of the old hymn:
All to Jesus I surrenderI pray that His will be done. Will you please also pray with me today?
Make me Savior wholly thine;
Let me feel the Holy Spirit
Truly know that Thou art mine.