Well as the previous blog told you… I feel very strongly in my spirit that I am coming back to Port Elizabeth, SA.
As the month has gone on I now know why the Lord didn’t let me fall in love with a country month 1 or 3 or 7 or even 10. It’s because I wouldn’t have been able to function the rest of the Race (or at least function fully or well).
I know this because of how much my heart yearns this month to be able to dive into full on ministry. It might sound like we aren’t doing ministry (but we are… don’t worry). Just not to the capacity that my heart desires.
I am bound still by WR contract and WR rules. Which are a huge blessing and have helped this year in safety and overall quality of living.
But sometimes I just want to be able to hop in my car BY MYSELF and go meet up with one of the youth. Or be able to not have my schedule change on a whim making me have to move around my personal meet ups I schedule. Or just little things like that.
As these things come up I see more and more reason why the Lord waited until month 11.
I am ready.
My heart is ready.
Let me jump in!
A HUGE confirmation of this being the place I am coming back to came about halfway through the month here. I got some alarming news that affected my family while we were at church here. I should have or could have been freaking out, making plans to go home, to run to my family… But my heart was at peace. Complete peace.
I know I can face the storms of life here. I am at peace in the arms of Jesus here. I feel I can fulfill a need here. I feel called here.
Here is my home.
