Kettle Comfort

To say I have been pushed out of my comfort zone since I've been here 

would be an understatement.

 I'm comfortable loving on people.

 That, I am good at.

 Some other things I have been asked to do..

I'm not so good at.

 I'm afraid of failure. Always have been.

 I don't ever want to disappoint.

 Tori gave me a rubber band one of my first nights here...

encouraged me with the truth that God is using this experience to stretch me...

in more ways than I thought possible.

 I wear it around my wrist as a constant reminder that,

 "My [God's] power is made perfect in weakness"..

"don't pass up opportunities to serve just because I'm not "good" at it."

I catch myself pulling on that band quite often. 

So, have I led a sheltered life or are hotpots (plug in kettles) a foreign thing?

I am completely aware that comfort is not a key ingredient to the command we have been given to spend our lives for the sake of the poor and the needy,

 but I daily fall short and my weakness is a cup of coffee or tea at night.

 Let's just say it's my little taste of home.

 Some kettle comfort (doesn't compare to you though, Mom ;)

P.S. Today, I got to show 93 children what the Bible says about fathers,

and ultimately, the greatest sacrifice God the Father made of His one and only Son

so that we could have life! (Now that's my element. My comfort zone.)

Pictures to come.