I love journaling. I could write a whole blog post about that (and I probably will at some point). I love it because of how helpful it is in the moment, but also because of how helpful it can be days, months and even years later. When I read an old journal I get a glimpse into what I was feeling and thinking at that time, into what kinds of questions and concerns I was pouring out to God and into how He was working in my life at that time. I also get to see how He has continued to work in those areas. I just came across an amazing example of this when I found a journal entry I had written the very first night of our vision trip to Senegal.
October 2020. We had chosen Avant as our mission agency, done several phone interviews with various teams around the world and had felt that Senegal was the most intriguing. Avant and the team on the ground had encouraged us to take a vision trip to get a feel for the location and ministry. Mia was two and Desmond was only 5 months old, but we had decided to leave them with family so that we could spend the most amount of time getting to know our potential teammates and the place we were considering.
We arrived in country after an overnight flight. I was desperately trying to pump in the hopes of continuing to nurse Desmond once we returned home. We showed up in the height of hot season. Both of us felt run down and Adam especially was struggling with a cold that was much worse after not sleeping on the plane. We spent that first day napping, getting to know our potential teammates and going out to a dinner on the beach. Then we settled in for the night in our AirBNB apartment. At 2am I was up pumping and wrote this journal entry:
10/19/20 2am pumping
Adam and I talked in bed last night and are on the same page about how tough it would be to live here. This is not to say that we think this is not for us but that it would be hard, especially trying to think about this on Day 1. A lot about the way of life is just SO different. It would be hard to raise young kids here, hard to figure out the ins and outs of cultural norms and how to get by. We would lose so much that we are so used to and hold dear, but what is worth losing and what are things we are holding too dear? I think about things like going out and about comfortably as a family, family walks, seeing our family almost daily, a familiar home and access to things easily. These are things that are currently integral to our family. But are they the most important things? What do we want to teach our kids? What do we want to model to them as being of the most importance?
I think we are both a little stressed thinking about all of this; we miss the kids, are jet lagged, tired, sick and feeling inadequate. We also are struggling with feeling like we are failures if we decide not to come here. This is also not a motivation to decide to live here. Pride one way or another cannot be why we make our decisions. But neither can comfort or fear of the unknown.
Lord, wherever we end up, whatever You lead us to it WILL be hard. We WILL be uncomfortable and displaced for awhile. But we want to pursue Your will, we want what You want for us and our family. Please Oh Lord make that clear to us. We have confidence and eager expectation of how you will make this clear to us over the coming days.
I pray we can also intentionally connect with the Cousens and be wise and transparent with our words and feelings.
As I write all this out and journal and pray I think the coolest thing, and a great comfort to me, is how much all of this is drawing us to You. It is SO easy to forget just how dependent on You we are when things are easy and comfortable. That would not be the case here. It won’t be the case for the rest of support raising or language school or adding more kids or moving away from family or settling into a new culture, wherever it ends up being. But being pushed past what we thought was possible is not necessarily a bad thing, for in our weakness You are strong. Less of me Lord, more of You. Amen.
As I read this today I am just amazed. The raw emotion of that first night is clear and to be honest, many of the things I was wrestling with were spot on. It is hard to live here. We deeply miss our friends and family in the States and so wish that we could just go for a walk around the block as a family. The culture is something we’re still trying to adjust to and probably will continue to flounder in for a long time. Support raising, though a sweet process, was intense. Language school was grueling (especially for me). Adding in kids is always an adjustment. And so on.
One of the coolest things to me though is to see the verse that God brought to mind as a comfort that night. In my weakness, He is strong. If you’ve read some of my other blog posts than you know that it was that verse that I leaned heavily on all through language school last year. God has spoken comfort and assurance to me through that Scripture countless times since I wrote that journal entry. Man, He is faithful.
Another cool thing is that I came across this journal entry as I worked on our October newsletter. I just finished writing part of it about how affirmed we have been feeling about our calling and purpose here. We have felt such affirmation that we are where the Lord wants us and He has work for our family to do here. This is especially sweet to think on in light of our uncertainty when we first visited.
-Selina
