What was I thinking, that I could actually come to Africa and make an impact. What do I have to offer, what can I do in this big continent (3x as big as the US) that would echo through eternity. I am an uneducated being waiting for the crumbs off of Gods table to fall that I might pick them up. But then I am reminded of this song: “Carried to the Table” by Leeland
Wounded and forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arms
I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord
Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed
You carried me, my God
You carried me
I have no clue what I am doing here and I am feeling very inadequate to shine through this thick darkness that looms over Africa. But I want to remember this moment, this moment right here where I sit incapable of doing anything of significance but remain available for God to use me. So when God does something mind baffling through me I cannot grab the Glory cause it would not be through my power and might but His. I wait with anticipation to see why the Lord has brought this powerless American to Africa, who knows it might just be that He did all that to change me and my heart toward Him.