sometimes worship looks like this

i've been thinking about building a lot lately. i've been thinking about how i have done a job for 8 years that in one hand is the last thing in the world i want to do and on the other i find such fulfillment through.  the other day i said, "i hate building." and then i was challenged, "do you really?"  i've been thinking about it ever since.  see the thing is, if you know anything about my story or why i'm here, you'll know that i didn't come here because i fell in love with the Mexican people, or love building homes, or even have a strong calling and desire to serve in Mexico.  I fell in love with Jesus and this is where He called me.  i don't love the process of building.  it seems to either be 100 degrees or 30 or the wind is roaring 40 miles an hour creating a sand storm.  there is this one period of time somewhere between October and November that it is perfect.  still, i don't love building.  but i love the end result.  i love what we get to do.  i love knowing that a family's life has been changed because they have seen God's love tangibly poured out for them.  i love the moments when i am sitting in a home in Juarez sharing a meal with a family and learning about their life.  there are moments that are so hard, that are such a sacrifice, and there are moments when i wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world.  in 8 years i still can't wrap my mind around this concept.  i think about it a lot more now; what parts i actually love and which parts are such a sacrifice.  the reality is, both are worship.  both are an outpouring of myself and my love to serve a God that has called me to serve Him here; all else aside.  there is a song that says, "this is no sacrifice.  here's my life."

here's my life...