Leaving one country and starting a month in another doesn't cause culture shock, but a sort of heart shock. This heart shock exists on the fragile threshold of a lot of -ings. Missing, expecting, learning, growing, leaving, etc.,
My mind is a tornado of thought right now. Good tornado. The Wizard of Oz kind where you get neat stuff, like sparkly shoes, out of it. At the eye of the storm the thing that everything is revolving around is the fact: God is mighty and loving.
Jesus is teaching me so much. The Holy Spirit is quick and good to guide me. The Lord is increasing my trust in sweet, gently radical ways.
I can't nail 'em down right now… the things caught in this tornado. So many lessons in this spinny learning process trying to land. Some old, some new. Some alive, some idle. Some welcome, some not. Some from one country, some from another. Their common ground is that they're not on the ground — they're all in the air, processing and whirling, not quite done.
He's doing a lot right now. Teaching me about my desires, deep trust, lesser joys, necessity, listening, and just straight up faith. He's taking the scenic route of answering my whys, whens, whos, whats and hows. I've noticed He likes to take that route; it allows room for a little more adventure.
It's a process.
The nature of the race is starting to catch up with me. This nature that doesn't stay in one place for too long, that doesn't allow you to sink in too comfortably. I'm learning to work on the race's time. To invest quickly, using my days and minutes well. It's hard. I've never been great at the whole commitment thing — even if I am, it takes time. I've had to throw off hesitancy, even when it's weird. It's pretty much always worth it.
The good in this? God is at work. I'm down with a tornado; it means there will be growth, peace and calm after the storm. Totally worth it. So call me Dorothy, find me a Toto and some killer shoes — I'll dance through this twister. We're not in Texas anymore.
Cheers to time, tornadoes and yellow brick roads,
Darcie
