Other than that, this week has been emotionally derailing. The most stressed out and on the verge of breaking down happened this week. I confess I finally sat down last night outside of our house, leaned against the wooden door and broke down. Sometimes as a missionary, you try your hardest...your very best...your 110%...to be a worthy servant of the Lord. You push yourself and push yourself... but eventually you burn out because YOU can't do it by yourself. This week I realized I was not relying on the Lord as much as I should. The glorious thing about a mission is that all emotions are intensified. Love, anger, tranquility and frustration, happiness and sadness. Our abilty to cope when we come to the seemingly unsurmountable wall of work is when the Lord NEEDS to become involved. I know that with Him I cannot fail.