After so many phone calls, I find myself back at square one. I have no choice but to go to Delhi myself to obtain my visa. The other option was much easier - not to go to the Congo. But how could I give up so easily? I know that this dream was placed in my heart by God and I had to see it through. Besides, how could I disappoint those who had given so much to support the people there?
So, to the shock and dismay of many, I booked myself on a flight to Dnelhi. From the time I boarded the plane, I knew God was telling me that it would not be easy, that I would have more obstacles on this trip and I had to be ready. I can't remember ever feeling this scared and I remember the words, 'Perfect love drives out all fear.'
After disembarking, I am greeted by a hotel attendant who tells me that I cannot stay in the hotel because it is located in the departure lounge. So I have nowhere to stay for the night and my main worry is that I will get fleeced by all these people. I finally get a hotel and into a taxi and on the ride there, I hear God telling me 'How can you learn the lessons I have for you if you are so guarded?' I am so apprehensive and so defensive that I am ready to bite at any moment.
Finally, I can rest my head for the night with the promise of a new day. I drop my passport off with ease only for them to tell me later that my cheque has been rejected. After three stops and 30 mins of running around town, I finally find a money changer. As I finally get out of the taxi to the airport, the driver tells me I owe him an extra 300 rupees for the air-conditioning. Finally at the airport, I know I can a breathe a sigh of relief. Or so I thought. I'm 9 hours early for my flight so I have to wait another 3 hours to enter the terminal. Unfortunately, there are no earlier flights to Singapore and I will just have to wait it out.
I know what everyone is thinking, they are thinking that I am a fool. That I would go so far just to go to the Congo and I should give up. That perhaps this is God's way of telling me not to go . As I sat in that taxi, looking at my reflection in the rear-view mirror of the taxi, I am fighting hard to swallow the tears. Why me? And I know that he never promised it would be easy, he promised that I would never walk alone. I clutch the cross around my neck and realise the tears are tears of shame. I told God that I would love to be counted worthy to be a martyr and yet with such little testing, I have proved myself so unfaithful and so unworthy. I wonder how he can use me. Jesus said that no one who looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.
Having spent this whirlwind of a day in India, I realise the lesson God has for me. I am so unworthy to follow him but I pray that he will continue to mold me and make me fit for his service.
So, to the shock and dismay of many, I booked myself on a flight to Dnelhi. From the time I boarded the plane, I knew God was telling me that it would not be easy, that I would have more obstacles on this trip and I had to be ready. I can't remember ever feeling this scared and I remember the words, 'Perfect love drives out all fear.'
After disembarking, I am greeted by a hotel attendant who tells me that I cannot stay in the hotel because it is located in the departure lounge. So I have nowhere to stay for the night and my main worry is that I will get fleeced by all these people. I finally get a hotel and into a taxi and on the ride there, I hear God telling me 'How can you learn the lessons I have for you if you are so guarded?' I am so apprehensive and so defensive that I am ready to bite at any moment.
Finally, I can rest my head for the night with the promise of a new day. I drop my passport off with ease only for them to tell me later that my cheque has been rejected. After three stops and 30 mins of running around town, I finally find a money changer. As I finally get out of the taxi to the airport, the driver tells me I owe him an extra 300 rupees for the air-conditioning. Finally at the airport, I know I can a breathe a sigh of relief. Or so I thought. I'm 9 hours early for my flight so I have to wait another 3 hours to enter the terminal. Unfortunately, there are no earlier flights to Singapore and I will just have to wait it out.
I know what everyone is thinking, they are thinking that I am a fool. That I would go so far just to go to the Congo and I should give up. That perhaps this is God's way of telling me not to go . As I sat in that taxi, looking at my reflection in the rear-view mirror of the taxi, I am fighting hard to swallow the tears. Why me? And I know that he never promised it would be easy, he promised that I would never walk alone. I clutch the cross around my neck and realise the tears are tears of shame. I told God that I would love to be counted worthy to be a martyr and yet with such little testing, I have proved myself so unfaithful and so unworthy. I wonder how he can use me. Jesus said that no one who looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.
Having spent this whirlwind of a day in India, I realise the lesson God has for me. I am so unworthy to follow him but I pray that he will continue to mold me and make me fit for his service.
