"Lord, fill my cup"

Greetings from Africa!!

We're on our second full day here in Ghana - and I'm already falling so in love.

There's a picture that sits beside "my" bed in the guest room Erika and I share - It says "Fill my cup, Lord".

From waking up to the sound of goats, sheep, and chicken outside of my window... the pleasant, breeze filled evenings on the porch with A.W. Tozer, African market experiences [that include, but are not limited to: Marriage proposals], embracing this beautiful culture, hugging sweet children, sitting in silence outside when all of a sudden a heard of goats come trampling by [inches from my toes], sweet morning bible studies with the Annankra family... I have to say - My cup is pretty full.

We received a call from one of the Fisherboys last night. He told Kofi that he was praying for us... and that "God is there" [with us]. I teared up then... and even now just thinking about what a statement that is. That this precious one would think to encourage us [privileged Americans who really haven't faced anything close to the travesty he has] that God is with us. It's difficult to not feel discouraged when you look at the magnitude of the problem and think "What can I really do?"

But the Lord reminds me faithfully to be strong and courageous. To let Him be the strength of my gospel audacity.

All of this is simply to say. My mind is full, but fuller still is my heart. It is full of love, love I do not understand. Love for things and places and people that I do not know well enough, that I do not do justice to.