A Knight's Journey

The morning we arrived in Costa Rica, I was a ball of -I don't know what. More than nerves.   It was not a bad flight.  We flew from Tallahassee to Miami, then on to Costa Rica. It wasn't long--nothing like flying to Cambodia--or even Bolivia!  I had neuropathy bad in both feet--and some of my fingers--all due to chemo.  I was told--it might not ever go away... We were picked up by members of the team--and greeted with joy and excitement.  I was already exhausted.  So my excitement level was pretty much faked.  I had had one good night's sleep in a row of weeks of tiredness and completing the radiation treatments to finish off whatever hidden cancer cells that might be lurking. The welcoming committee brought the big van--which was a good thing with all luggage we had, plus a trunk of household items, bedding and linens for eight months.  That was mighty hard to pack --not really knowing what was available- but knowing for sure it would be too expensive to have to buy it

I didn't sleep well last night.  It was one of those "sleep then wake, then sleep then wake...sleep....wake"...repeat- cycles.   I woke with a suddenness at 11:54 PM.  I know --weird that I always remember the time.  I knew who I was supposed to pray for and so I did.  There was a feeling of urgency--which I've had before.  This time, with the need to pray, came the realization that I was not in control of the outcome of the prayer.  I was simply to bind the enemy and plead the blood of Jesus over the protection of the heart and soul and let God do what was needed.   Now, as I sit in my spot in the living room where I talk with Jesus and listen to Him--I felt strongly that someone (besides me) needs to know: It won't always end up like you are wishing for.  When we can stop our wishing and dreaming about the situation and begin to really call on the Lord for the person or the situation that seems to be controlled from an outside source (they don't just "