Strength Beyond Our Own
Dust and dirt for miles, a pain in my knees that wouldn't go away, the sting and sorrow of constant rejection, and a patience running thin with 8 boys calling out to us, repeating 'groseros' about the work we were called to do. I felt as though all my strength, in all aspects, had run out. I was drained physically, mentally and spiritually. Every day seemed like I'd never make it back to the house. One morning, I had reached my limit. I fell to my knees in the bathroom, praying for a strength beyond my own. It was in that moment that my eyes were truly opened. I couldn't do it alone. That wasn't the point. I might come close, but completely? I needed the help and strength of a divine, infinite being. The point was that I could learn to rely on the only one who could help me get to where I wanted and needed to be as a missionary. I was sharply, and well lovingly, reminded that we cannot and should not do it alone. If we give it ou...