Well, family, here’s something a little different. I’m not sure how many videos I will be producing while on the Race, but I wanted to give it a shot before I headed out.
I’ve never been too good at waiting, but God sure has asked me to do a lot of it. The video comes from the spaces and places I see everyday in my hometown– my constant place of waiting. The poem comes from my heart as I consider how long I’ve been asked to wait and how thirsty I am for the next step of life The Lord has laid before me.
So have a look and let me know what you think!
The editing isn’t the best, but I tried! It’s always fun to try and expand outside of what you know and step into another creative field.
As always, thank you for supporting me in these creative and Godly endeavors as I get ready to head launch in only 24 days now.
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“Waiting“
“As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God”
I’m thirsty, Lord.
I’m thirsty for Jesus and his brand of love,
for story, for friendship, for connections,
for time and for life
and for deeper understanding of this small speck of a planet hurtling through the void that is everything and nothing at the same time…
I never want to forget what it feels like to be me right now,
standing on the cusp of something amazing,
my toes dangling off the edge,
every inch of my being agreeing “yes, we are going to jump”
but yet… not jumping.
And, lord, you’ve placed me back here,
my place of proverbial purgatory,
telling me to wait.
In this place, I’ve always felt less like a tree planted by water
and more like a cactus drying in the sun.
I remember that night, two years ago, anxiety high, heart hammering,
when I cried to You in complaint about the wait,
and You told me,
“One day, you’re going to be running a race for me that makes you look back on this time of waiting, and wish you could return here to rest.”
And I remember that day, crying in a church, 5,209 miles away,
telling You I didn’t know what to do about anything,
and You told me,
“shh. Trust me. Pray. And get ready.”
And father, I remember receiving that literal call,
the confirmation I’d been seeking for so long,
and falling to my knees in a public space,
as You spoke so clearly to me, “GO”
You have been faithful in my waiting before,
and I know You will be faithful now, in this last wait,
as I look over the horizon of this dry place
and I see the streams of goodness you have prepared for me.
Lord, I am ready to be rooted by that stream.
I am ready to trust you and your faithfulness despite my present circumstances,
I am ready…. To jump.
