What matters

One year ago my husband boarded a plane to be an ebola fighter in Liberia, Africa.

It mattered to God that he went.

It mattered to him that he went.

It mattered to me that he went.

It mattered to the people of this planet that he went.

We trusted.

We hoped.

We believed. 

A year later I find myself after traveling across the world and back asking God 

what matters now?

I'm still trusting.

I'm still hoping.

I'm still believing. 

"Be still and know that I am God..."