It’s not where I want to be.
And, honestly, I still think it’s not where we’re meant to stay.
But this is how I am seeing God’s provision these days.
In unknown songs that make it harder to enter in at first, but don’t carry with them any painful familiarity…anointed worship that helps me remember to just focus on Jesus. In a crowd of mostly new faces, where I can be okay – for now – just being anonymous. In so many things different that awaken long-lost conviction and raise challenges to sometimes dust-covered ideals. In preaching that stirs passion for the Lord, and passion for His Church, and passion for the lost.
In many ways, it hurts to think of calling this home.
But I know God is here. And anywhere He is, I can be home.
I cried when I read this. I love your heart.
Thanks for always being so encouraging. It’s meant a lot that you’ve been there for us in all of this.