Bolivia Day 8 + Yvonne's Story

YVONNE'S STORY

God's been working with me about IMPERFECTION. I feel like a totally imperfect person and could not imagine why God was calling me to Bolivia. I've been on three previous mission trips to Bolivia and two to Brazil, but I don't feel like I have much to contribute. I came primarily to be moral support to my husband, Herb, who had come on the last two trips without me. When we arrived I was struck about how imperfect most things seem to be here. The roads aren't perfect, there aren't even lines on the roads to guide the drivers because they would ignore them anyway, so why should they go to the expense of painting lines? The hotel is not perfect, the taxis aren't perfect, the church building isn't perfect, the bricks aren't perfect, our brick laying isn't perfect, our mortar mixing isn't perfect, our painting isn't perfect. No one on this trip is perfect, except maybe Cory...

The people here use imperfect tables, imperfect chairs, imperfect sound equipment, but it still all works when God is using it. I had a vision of how all of us imperfect people are fit together to work God's perfect purpose. I heard a sermon once that created a new definition of perfect for me. It was said that even if a pen barrel has been chewed on, as long as the pen writes it is perfectly fulfilling its purpose and therefore is perfect. Perfect has become one of my favorite words because of that sermon. I am perfect as long as I am fulfilling God's purpose.

Yvonne cleaning up the worksite.