There are sometimes things I cannot explain about my faith.
There are verses I do not understand and situations that baffle me.
There are times that I wonder why something happened the way it did.
I try to research & delve more deeply, but sometimes, I just can't reach a point of understanding.
It's okay.
It's okay to have doubts.
It's okay to have questions.
It's even okay to share them with God.
If I could explain everything about God, I would have a limited god.
Questions are a method of growing.
It's alright to have uncertainty, even in your faith.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
A Snapshot of Gentry Life in Costa Rica: Fourth Quarter
Our last quarter in Costa Rica flew by...and we've been back in the States for almost two months already...so I figured that I should post some pictures of our last quarter in Costa Rica.
We are an international group at SENDAS. Liz became friends with an Italian professor who was here teaching Spanish |
Yeah, I love this guy |
My mother-in-law & parents visited us in Costa Rica!! |
We saw the beach together |
It's easy to see the beauty of God's creation in Costa Rica. |
We got to show our parents our world |
We took our parents to our English class(es) |
Our off-campus English Class |
We showed them the sights |
We held toucans!! |
It was wonderful to spend quality time with our folks! |
We showed them waterfalls. |
One night we shared our testimonies at a local youth group, right after a guitar lesson. |
Samples of Costa Rican money 10,000=$20 (top right), 5 mil (5,000)=$10 (top left), 2000=$4 (bottom right), 1000=$2 (bottom left) |
Luke's video conferencing equipment |
Our church prayed for us before we left |
Sometimes Spanish class & cooking class aren't different classes |
Luke taught an advanced English class |
Here we are with our 3 Spanish professors. |
Spanish Professors, Spanish Students, Spanish Program Director |
We said goodbye to our friends/co-workers at SENDAS |
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Submitting to Your Husband...When He has a Different Plan
Sometimes, I think I'm epic at submitting to my husband. I follow his lead without a second thought. I don't fight back, manipulate, or hold onto my way.
Other times, my husband has a different plan than mine and suddenly I don't want to submit any more.
I have my own plan. I think my way is superior.
Suddenly, it's a real struggle for me.
Will I insist on my own way?
Will I submit to his way?
Will I submit gracefully or resisting every step?
The other day, we were walking back home together. I wanted a taxi, but he wanted to walk, so I submitted and we started walking. But then he wanted to take a new route to get to our back gate; I wanted to continue to the front gate, because I knew the way there. Suddenly I had a choice. I could submit without complaining, I could rebel, or I could follow while complaining & hope for failure. We did find our way to the back gate. I may have complained a bit, but I did my best to submit.
"Submission" is easy when my husband is asking for what I want to do anyway. It's no challenge because he's asking for what I was planning on doing before he shared his plan. As long as my husband does what I was planning on doing anyway, I don't know how well or gracefully I submit.
Submission is real and it's hard when I have my own way I want to do things. It's a choice that I need to make. It involves swallowing complaints & judgments. It involves trusting his decisions & not gloating if things don't work out. It involves encouraging him as my leader, as my head of the household. It involves being a trooper when tired & not throwing his decision back in his face.
Submission requires effort when I would have done things differently. Submission requires sacrifice.
Other times, my husband has a different plan than mine and suddenly I don't want to submit any more.
I have my own plan. I think my way is superior.
Suddenly, it's a real struggle for me.
Will I insist on my own way?
Will I submit to his way?
Will I submit gracefully or resisting every step?
The other day, we were walking back home together. I wanted a taxi, but he wanted to walk, so I submitted and we started walking. But then he wanted to take a new route to get to our back gate; I wanted to continue to the front gate, because I knew the way there. Suddenly I had a choice. I could submit without complaining, I could rebel, or I could follow while complaining & hope for failure. We did find our way to the back gate. I may have complained a bit, but I did my best to submit.
"Submission" is easy when my husband is asking for what I want to do anyway. It's no challenge because he's asking for what I was planning on doing before he shared his plan. As long as my husband does what I was planning on doing anyway, I don't know how well or gracefully I submit.
Submission is real and it's hard when I have my own way I want to do things. It's a choice that I need to make. It involves swallowing complaints & judgments. It involves trusting his decisions & not gloating if things don't work out. It involves encouraging him as my leader, as my head of the household. It involves being a trooper when tired & not throwing his decision back in his face.
Submission requires effort when I would have done things differently. Submission requires sacrifice.
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