Looking Up
Lest anyone should think that I shriveled up into a little skeleton, mourning the loss of my beautiful mission field...
I'm actually doing pretty well, praise God. He's always with me, no matter where I go, so I am happy anywhere I am.
At least, I can be happy. Some places, it requires more willpower.
Coming from a land of nearly constant bright sunlight to a cold grey world was an adjustment, of course.
Hearing about all the terrible things that are happening around the world, especially in my country was too.
Listening to people talk about their trials and difficulties.
Watching thousands of stressed-out people mill crazily around town, trying to trade money for happiness.
Knowing that the world as we know it is on the brink of chaos and destruction.
I'm happy. I can't quite say I'm at peace, because there's a little nag at the back of my mind telling me that I'm forgetting something, or haven't accomplished something, or haven't worried about something enough. (It's a hazard of having too many possessions, living in a society that is performance and efficiency based, and being about to take a very long road trip.)
I think.
Of course, being that I am a female, I have a lot of other things on my mind that are all inter-connected and equally important.
Just found out that a guy who was like my brother when I was growing up has been gay for the past several years and I didn't realize it.
That hit me hard. I just sat there and stared into space for a long time, my mind spinning.
Ok, being gay is not the end of the world. Doing drugs is not the end of the world. Being a prostitute is not the end of the world.
He's not gone forever.
My God still loves him.
Yes. I can still be happy. Jesus saves. There's hope for him.
I have a big, full semester coming up. I'm unsure of what will happen. I'm unsure of my ability to handle what will be given to me. There's just so much to wonder about...
Perfect. I'm exactly where I need to be. The best thing is for me to be so completely overwhelmed and unsure of myself that I have to rely totally on God to survive.
I'm happy. The same God Who helped me to teach 100+ kids will help me to be a student again.
It's ok. Everything is going to be a blessing.
I know it's cliche, but I'm actually not being sarcastic. Everything that comes to us comes from the Father's hand, and He loves us too much to unnecessarily hurt us.
I'm actually doing pretty well, praise God. He's always with me, no matter where I go, so I am happy anywhere I am.
At least, I can be happy. Some places, it requires more willpower.
Coming from a land of nearly constant bright sunlight to a cold grey world was an adjustment, of course.
Hearing about all the terrible things that are happening around the world, especially in my country was too.
Listening to people talk about their trials and difficulties.
Watching thousands of stressed-out people mill crazily around town, trying to trade money for happiness.
Knowing that the world as we know it is on the brink of chaos and destruction.
I'm happy. I can't quite say I'm at peace, because there's a little nag at the back of my mind telling me that I'm forgetting something, or haven't accomplished something, or haven't worried about something enough. (It's a hazard of having too many possessions, living in a society that is performance and efficiency based, and being about to take a very long road trip.)
I think.
Of course, being that I am a female, I have a lot of other things on my mind that are all inter-connected and equally important.
Just found out that a guy who was like my brother when I was growing up has been gay for the past several years and I didn't realize it.
That hit me hard. I just sat there and stared into space for a long time, my mind spinning.
Ok, being gay is not the end of the world. Doing drugs is not the end of the world. Being a prostitute is not the end of the world.
He's not gone forever.
My God still loves him.
Yes. I can still be happy. Jesus saves. There's hope for him.
I have a big, full semester coming up. I'm unsure of what will happen. I'm unsure of my ability to handle what will be given to me. There's just so much to wonder about...
Perfect. I'm exactly where I need to be. The best thing is for me to be so completely overwhelmed and unsure of myself that I have to rely totally on God to survive.
I'm happy. The same God Who helped me to teach 100+ kids will help me to be a student again.
It's ok. Everything is going to be a blessing.
I know it's cliche, but I'm actually not being sarcastic. Everything that comes to us comes from the Father's hand, and He loves us too much to unnecessarily hurt us.
Keep Calm
and
Trust
On.
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