I want to share what I'm feeling, but I can't come up with words to adequately describe God's greatness. For the last 3 days, I've been surrounded by people who don't speak English, discovered that I don't love rice nearly as much as I did a month ago, covered myself in layers of mosquito repellent 3 times a day (and still have bites), and have stood in the sun long enough to turn my calves pinker than they've ever been before. Despite all of that, there's one thing I'm sure of: I love it here. I can't really explain it. I've seen God move despite my lack of understanding worship songs, sermons, and altar calls. This morning, I sat with several Indonesian pastors discussing leadership and youth ministry after our team presented with a translator. I had no idea what they were saying during their discussion, but I was content. I felt as if I belonged. As I write this, I'm listening to the worship band practice in Indonesian. I don't understand, but I feel God's presence.
I've always known in my head that God was powerful, but I'm beginning to get a better grasp of what that really means. God is bigger than the little things - like frustration with elevator buttons that are arranged "backwards" - and He's bigger than things as big as language barriers. I stand amazed.
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