Panic

I couldn't sleep last night because I was worried about being "in charge" of the AH budget for the month. Once again, I was having a Moses-type discussion with God. "Are you sure I'm the one for this job, Lord?"

I got my answer at least twice today. During staff meeting, I admitted my doubts about my new role. Turns out, the staff rallied around my honesty. We agreed to meet every Thursday to discuss AH and to share our observations and opinions. We will follow that with a kid's/staff meeting so everyone's on the same page.

My other answer came tonight when Daniel asked me to preach at devotion time. I chose Romans 12:4-10 and talked about how we all need to work together at AH. I asked one of the boys to translate for me. The kids were dissolved to tears by the time we were finished. Who says worship can't be fun?

The second part of my answer came when Daniel hugged me and said, "Bibi, we love you.". I especially treasure those words when they come from a 14 year-old boy.

The Lord has seen me through 3 rounds of malaria and a bout with amoeba/digestive infection. What's a month of delving out funds compare to that? I've just a month left here, and I'm going to enjoy every minute!
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