Recently my prayer has been to change, to grow. So He challenges me. He pulls out all the stops until I’m left with nothing but His grace alone. I’ve come face-to-face with the hard reality that our enemy isn’t after Christians who have everything to lose. He’s after those who have nothing left to lose because they’ve given it all up for Christ. Jesus is after total surrender. I assumed that because we’re traveling to another country this week, God would keep us from sickness. He is more concerned at honing my trust in Him than He is about keeping me comfortable. As I washed sheets covered in vomit at dinnertime, then bathed another child reeking in their waste at midnight, I had to praise Him for the strength to do these things. The water to wash. The clean sheets to replace. The comfort I could give. As my tummy gurgles uncomfortably tonight I have to praise Him. The other choice isn’t an option, because it will just keep me where I am, and I want to grow and change.