At 1:15am this morning I received an email from Carol (one of the missionaries I am here working with) and fortunately I was online. Because Denise had fallen sick with some kind of nasty stomach bug, they needed someone to take Peter to the bus station in Krakow (he is going to Basel, Switzerland for an internship). I was a little hesitant because I knew I would not get to sleep for another few hours (sleeping until 3pm does not make it easy to get to bed and wake up the next morning, early), but I said yes. After responding yes I was sure I would regret it, I didn't really want to drive the two hours to Krakow, just to turn around and drive another two hours back by myself. I called Alexis and wined to her, but she is great and reminded me why I am in Poland, to serve, duh! That means I need to do things I do not like sometimes, or things that are not convenient for me. However, as I hung up I was still fearing it, and not happy about getting up in the morning, two hours later I finally fell asleep. I woke up to the phone ringing at a quarter to seven; it was Carol just confirming when she would be at our place with Peter. I slept until my alarm went off at ten to eight, took a shower, had a nice hot bowl of Apple and Cinnamon oat meal (thanks to my wonderful aunt Maggie!) and actually I was feeling very good.
The drive to Krakow was awesome, it started snowing (finally!) on Saturday around here, and it is beautiful! I had fun talking with Peter, and sending him off at the bus station. The drive home though was the best, and last night it was the most dreaded part. I praised God the whole way home, blasted worship music and other great music, and had a great intimate time with the Lord. My attitude is completely different; I really needed that time, to be truly by myself, now I know why I love driving! I cannot wait for the next opportunity to do it again, thank you Jesus!
During the drive, I really felt God put some things on my heart, and tell me a few things. One of those things was prayer; he convicted me of my pathetic (not prophetic) prayer life. I always get urges and images in my mind of people to pray for, and sometimes during worship, I feel the impression to pray for someone on the spot, but I have never taken the step to do it. Sometimes I will pray in my head, maybe utter it under my breath, but never directly to the person or aloud for others to hear. Only once have I stepped up and obeyed the Holy Spirit in this area, it is an area I have many reservations in, not sure why, just do. I will try from this point forward to step out of my comfort zone, and into this new world, which I think will open up new doors for relationship building. I Praise you Lord Jesus, unto you be glory, unto you be honor, unto you be praises, forever and ever!
Your unfailing love is better to me than life itself; how I praise you! I will honor you as long as I live, lifting up my hands to you in prayer. You satisfy me more than the richest of foods. I will praise you with songs of joy. [Psalm 63:3-5]
