That is what James, a missionary in South Sudan, told me after he said "You can't be a chicken and go into Sudan". He looked strait at me and said "This one is not chicken". And he's right, I'm not chicken.
In the past I've always thought I was a weak person. I would cry whenever someone would say something that was remotely unkind. I fell prey to so many temptations of this world. I allowed chains of depression and anxiety to pin me down for years. And I always assumed that that meant I was weak.
Before I went on this trip, God reminded me of His power. He reminded me of the power in His name. He reminded me that He has given me power, when the spirit entered me. God holds His power in me.
Here, he has been showing me that he allowed me to go trough trials and difficulties so that I would be "Made complete and lacking in nothing" (James 1:4). He didn't want me to be lacking in strength. He has made me strong. Alone, I am weak, through Him I am made strong. The things I have gone through have not been an accident.
This past week God has continually been calling me warrior. A warrior wakes up and puts on their armor, I wake up and put on the most powerful armor- the armor of God. A warrior goes where they are told, I have gone to where God has told me to go- Uganda. A warrior fights for their king, I fight a battle, not of flesh and blood, but a battle for my king- the king of kings. I am a warrior.
My king has put His power in me and I intend to use it, when He calls. I am excited to see what god has planned for the rest of the trip. I miss and love you all back home very much!
<3Darby
