Lately, I’ve been feeling homeless and in some ways exiled. I just don’t belong anywhere; not Colorado
Springs, not Anacortes, not Mexico, or even Kenya. This has often caused me grief and self-pity—similar
to Israel I imagine. But God brought to
my attention today that while I’m waiting for God’s plans to unfold, and I’m
longing for Him to take me to my real home, I can’t stop living. I think this is what it means to be “eternally-minded”. I need to make the most of my situation
whether I’m in the US, Kenya, Mexico, or other geographical locations. I know I blew it in Mexico—I was “immediately-minded”. I was miserable and focused on it for 11
months. I don’t want to make the same
mistake again.
My three months (just shy of) in Kenya have been a good start
to verses 5-7. No, I didn’t find a
husband, have kids, or build a house, but I believe I benefited the children
and staff at this orphanage. I was
present and gave of myself despite the cost (well, most of the time!). Wherever I end up, I want to live this way
until Jesus takes me Home.
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