We're starting a new blog series called Team Thoughts. In it, our Yebo Life team members will be sharing bits and pieces of their journeys, hearts, and thoughts with readers. We hope you enjoy this month's post by Catherine Krabbe!
Somedays, I don’t spend time with Jesus as soon as my eyes open. Somedays, I hop out of bed, sick as a dog, at a full sprint to finish all the tasks for the day. Somedays, I get overwhelmed.
Today, with a cold that could take out a tiger, I got lost in the maze that is the tax system in the USA, brainstormed about how to raise money, followed up on some long overdue emails and decided to tackle our mountain of putrid laundry.
I was on offense, throwing clothes into the washer like a QB throws a hail Mary with ten seconds left on the clock.
The defending washer lid had come down on my poor elbow with a vengeance.
I found myself in front of the washer with crocodile tears rolling down my cheeks while I held my throbbing elbow.
Now, normally when the washer lid tries to make a move, I laugh it off, score the socks and keep on trucking. But not today. Today, I was frustrated. Today, I had so many things running through my head I couldn’t see straight. Today, that dumb laundry lid won.
I sulked to my room to lick my wounds and spend some much needed time in the Lord’s presence.
All morning I had run around telling myself I could handle everything that life throws at me and pretending to be Super Woman.
When my eyes open in the morning the first thing I need is Jesus. It’s not just a “nice way to start my day.” I mean, I NEED it. I need my time with Jesus like peanut butter needs jelly. After all, He gives us our daily bread. Not our weekly loaf.
I was looking out at Chapman’s Peak when I felt this indescribable peace flood my veins and the most intense need to worship Jesus overtook me.
So I started to sing. Right there in my bed. I raised my hands and I declared to Jesus what He has declared to me.
“I will praise You in this storm, and I will lift my hands.
You are who You are, no matter where I am.”
You are who You are no matter what my bank account says, no matter what relational difficulty I’m walking through, no matter what the doctors say, no matter what my body feels like. You are the God who created me. You are the God who called us to South Africa for this wild and redemptive season of life.
I decided to keep singing, to keep praising. To live my life in accordance with His will, and TRUST Him to take care of the details.
How beautiful is a life lived surrendered?
I praise the God whose streets are paved with gold, for Pete’s sake! Taxes, fundraising, none of it is difficult for Him. I’ve been declaring His promises over our life and ministry and yet, when He provides, I’m typically shocked.
Funny, isn’t it?
I’m so glad that I serve a God that loves to blow me away. He loves to surprise me. He loves to meet me even when I’m feeling sorry for myself. He loves to love me. He isn’t afraid to let the washer lid crack my elbow if that is what it takes to get my attention.
Glory, glory, hallelujah, Jesus You are good.