{"id":519,"date":"2021-07-11T17:33:39","date_gmt":"2021-07-11T15:33:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/?p=519"},"modified":"2021-07-11T17:38:36","modified_gmt":"2021-07-11T15:38:36","slug":"when-god-has-other-plans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/when-god-has-other-plans\/","title":{"rendered":"When God has Other Plans"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cWe\u2019ve been here in Rwanda for 3 months and I\u2019ve scarcely had a chance to gather my thoughts.&nbsp; Setting up a new household\u2026Helping our 3 kids acclimate to any entirely different culture (which is another blog post on its own!)\u2026Homeschooling a 7 year old &amp; keeping a 5 and 2 \u00bd year old out of trouble\u2026Bookkeeping for Ndengera Foundation\u2026Ministering alongside my husband\u2026And in the midst of all that, Mt Nyiragongo volcano erupts! (See my newsletter links).<\/p><figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Walking-to-Church-.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Walking-to-Church-.jpg?resize=372%2C496\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-521\" width=\"372\" height=\"496\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Walking-to-Church-.jpg?resize=768%2C1024 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Walking-to-Church-.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Walking-to-Church-.jpg?resize=1152%2C1536 1152w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Walking-to-Church-.jpg?w=1200 1200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 767px) 100vw, 372px\" \/><\/a><figcaption>Walking to Church<\/figcaption><\/figure><p>This week, I\u2019ve really been reflecting on the process it took for me personally to get my heart back to Africa, and that\u2019s what lead me writing this weekend.<\/p><p>We left Gisenyi, Rwanda in October 2016, our son was just 2 months old (he\u2019s almost 5 now!), he was born in Kigali, Rwanda. &nbsp;I had a wonderful mid-wife and a great doctor, but I had another very long and tough delivery.&nbsp; Without family and very few close friends to share in the joy of a newborn, and with all the changes of hormones and emotions, I quickly became very lonely, and depressed.&nbsp; Up to this point Blake and I had never experienced a season where I just wasn\u2019t quite myself.&nbsp; I just couldn\u2019t shake the feelings I was having.&nbsp; It wasn\u2019t until much later that I came to learn more about postpartum depression.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Most people haven\u2019t heard this part, but just a few weeks after Jake was born, I was up nursing in the middle of the night, and I heard an unfamiliar noise; after assessing the situation I decided to wake Blake up to check it out.&nbsp; As soon as he went into our living room there were 3 men that had come through an unlatched window.&nbsp; They hadn\u2019t made it very far in, and thankfully most thieves in Rwanda are just looking for something easy or convenient to grab, they aren\u2019t looking to put up a fight.&nbsp; Blake quickly chased them out the way they came.&nbsp; But after that night as you can imagine neither one of us were getting sleep.&nbsp; I was already not getting enough being up with a newborn baby and now Blake was also wide awake checking every door and every window with even the slightest sound.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It wasn\u2019t long after that for me to be at my breaking point.&nbsp; I got out of bed one morning and I said to Blake, I\u2019m leaving Africa\u2026you can come with us, or you can stay, but I\u2019m taking my babies and leaving.&nbsp; After much prayer, wise counsel and lots of conversations, we decided we would take a 3-month break in the states and boy did we have prayer support during that time.&nbsp; We came back to the states a very hurting family, who were weary, tired and in need of a physical support system.&nbsp; The plan was to rest, pray, counsel and have a wonderful Christmas season in the states, returning shortly after Christmas, <strong>but God had other plans<\/strong>.<\/p><figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/When-God-Has-Other-Plans.png\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/When-God-Has-Other-Plans.png?resize=316%2C178\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-522\" width=\"316\" height=\"178\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/When-God-Has-Other-Plans.png?w=560 560w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/When-God-Has-Other-Plans.png?resize=300%2C169 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 767px) 100vw, 316px\" \/><\/a><\/figure><p>After a few months in the states, Blake accepted a job and we started to settle in Colorado.&nbsp; I was so broken, and I was craving community.&nbsp; I latched onto every mom group, every source of community I could find.&nbsp; I went to every event, every gathering, every story time\u2026and eventually found <em>my people<\/em>.&nbsp; <strong>My crew of women<\/strong> that prayed with me, encouraged me, counseled me and grew with me!&nbsp; And slowly I started to recover, to heal, and to rest.<\/p><p>Just before returning to Africa this year, one friend reminded me of our conversation when we first met 4+ years ago.&nbsp; She said \u201cLindsey do you remember what you told me when you first met me?&nbsp; You told me you had just returned from being a missionary in Africa, and you would NEVER go back.\u201d&nbsp; <strong>But God had other plans.<\/strong>&nbsp; Then we talked about that sometimes we can be put into a temporary, yet difficult circumstance that seems impossible to overcome, and through those impossibilities they are God\u2019s opportunities to show Himself strong and faithful on our behalf.<\/p><p>When Blake and I talked about Africa a year after returning to the states (2017), I said I\u2019m glad we are not there (in Africa), and we are here (in Colorado).&nbsp; When we talked about Africa in 2018, I said I have only fond memories of Africa, even in situations when we lived in the village and had no running water or power, I have fond memories.&nbsp; When we talked about Africa in 2019, I said one day God will move my heart to return.&nbsp; In 2020, we prayed and agreed that we would put ourselves in a position that if the Lord stirred, or called, or moved our hearts to a new opportunity we wanted to be available.&nbsp; We prayed.&nbsp; We prayed for patience in the waiting.&nbsp; We prayed expectantly for whatever season was going to come our way.&nbsp; We had, and still have people praying for us without ceasing.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It was not an easy decision to make, leaving grandparents and close friends behind, but now, almost 5 years later, we are back in Gisenyi, with a 7, 5 (almost) and 2 \u00bd year old.&nbsp; It was a process for me to return here, and in 2016 I wasn\u2019t going to.&nbsp; <strong>But God had other plans.<\/strong>&nbsp; In the midst of my biggest challenge, the great Creator of the Universe was going before me, standing behind me and guiding my every step ahead of me.&nbsp; There is no obstacle that is too big for God to turn around for good.<\/p><p>1 Peter 5:10 says, \u201cAnd the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself <strong>restore<\/strong> you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.\u201d&nbsp; For me God has done just that!&nbsp; He has restored me!<\/p><figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Sidewalk-Chalk.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Sidewalk-Chalk.jpg?resize=435%2C580\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-523\" width=\"435\" height=\"580\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Sidewalk-Chalk.jpg?resize=768%2C1024 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Sidewalk-Chalk.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Sidewalk-Chalk.jpg?resize=1152%2C1536 1152w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.berry1.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Sidewalk-Chalk.jpg?w=1200 1200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 767px) 100vw, 435px\" \/><\/a><\/figure><p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cWe\u2019ve been here in Rwanda for 3 months and I\u2019ve scarcely had a chance to gather my thoughts.&nbsp; 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