no box big enough

Dear Candice,
This letter is a few days delayed. I just now am getting around to write it.
My church partners with churches in countries all around the world. All of last week, the pastors of our partner churches came and stayed with families that go to my church.
On Sunday, one of the men, James from southern Sudan, shared his story. To say that his story was amazing is such an understatement. He was one of the Lost Boys and walked hundreds of miles from south Sudan to Etheopia at the age of 13. Crazy story. Just what I needed to have some perspective on my tiny "problems."
So after the service, I talked to a dear friend of mine named Callan. Callan went to China for two weeks about six months ago and has been radically moved by her Savior.
So we got to talking about the service and how good it was and she went on to tell me about how she's struggling with obeying God right now. She knows He wants her to go, but she doesn't know where and she doesn't know when.
This feeling of confusion hits pretty close to home for me. I know I need to go, but I have no idea what going looks like. I told her this and she said something that really stuck me in an extremely encouraging way.
"God doesn't fit in a box."
Just reflect on that for a second.
God is way to big to fit in any box that my little mind can construct.
That's it. I've been trying to make up my own ways of what "going" looks like. I'm trying to convince God that I want to go here at this time for this long and learn this.
But God doesn't exactly work that way.
This is where I need to rest in Him. This is where I need to trust that God has it all planned out just like I wrote in the last letter.
No worries. No plans. No control. No box that I can fit my God in.
I love you.
Love,
Sara