My trip to Romania this summer was challenging at times for sure. The first food parcel we delivered made me realise two things. Firstly I learnt to comprehend how much I really have. Sometimes I think here in Northern Ireland we compare ourselves to those around us, and forget that in reality there is so much more of the world than just our wee country.
In comparison to most of the world we are rich. I think I can say most of us have a car, or our parents have car, maybe even 2 or 3. Yet only 8% of the world owns a car. I was challenged to appreciate what I have instead of always wanting more. I learnt to be more content, and to face up to the realisation that I have a lot. The experience with that same widow, also illustrated that we should give to others even when we don't have much. She insisted on trying to give to us, and prayed for us, even though we had come to bless her.
Spiritually I think the trip helped me to grasp some truths from the Bible, about contentment giving in addition to drawing me closer to God. It helped to give me more passion to serve, even here at home in the little things we do everyday.
I think it helped me to rely on God for strength, especially when I felt tired struggling to stone the church grounds. I personally hate not being able to be part of ‘the team' or able help the team, so when I was physically struggling to help the rest of the group on this task I annoyed myself but the time alone painting helped me realise something:
You don't have to be good at everything to be used by God, he uses your weaknesses as well as our strengths.