It has been a long time since I last wrote on this weekly blog. The month in Guatemala, coupled with visiting family, and new job responsibilities has made it difficult. More than that though, I was sitting in a season of grumbling. I was moaning about injustices. I was moaning about all the annoying parts of living in the Dominican Republic. I was moaning about relational difficulties. I was moaning about disunity. But in the midst of that, over and over again, I knew that Jesus was gently nudging at my heart, telling me to come to HIM, for rest, but I would angrily hiss back, “your yoke isn’t easy, and your burden is anything but light!” I promised to be transparent in these blogs in the hopes that I can encourage other clay pots. Certainly not because I like it, on the contrary, it pains me to share my sinful rebellion. With that awareness, I still chose to feel sorry for myself, but I wasn’t fully aware of the sin inside my heart. Maybe these