Eleven months. It's over. I'm back. Back in the land of unlimited high-speed internet, hot showers, and sweet tea. And it's strange. Not strange because I'm going through culture shock, but strange because it's like I never left.
It's like waking up.
For the last year I've been on a journey that has changed me in ways I was never expecting and empowered me in ways I never imagined. I saw lives wrecked by the love of the Father. I saw His power to heal and set free and bless. For the first time I saw the real me, the man who looks so much like my Dad in heaven. It was Year One with my new best friend, Holy Spirit. I saw a group of His sons and daughters figure out who they were and literally love the hell out of each other.
But now I'm back. And I feel like I just woke up from an life changing eleven month dream. The world didn't see the things I've seen or feel the things I felt. It's still moving forward, business as usual. And even though I'm different on the inside, I find my body slipping back into my old rhythm, moving through life like the dream never happened. I've already I found my self right back in some of the same mistakes and brokenness that I thought I'd left behind.
It's scary how easy it is. How easy it is to believe that I'm the same, that I talk the same and think the same and love the same. Sometimes I can almost feel the effects of this experience wearing off the way that dreams lose their clarity when I wake up.
But it's a lie.
I am not the same. I have walked with the living God and He has changed me. I started this year blogging that it was a good day to die. And I did. The old Micah is dead. The one who didn't believe in people the way Jesus does. The one who had to be right. The one who had to prove himself. The one with so much insecurity. The one who lived like an orphan. The one that was ashamed of failing. That man died on the World Race.
Holy Spirit is just wrecking me with hope right now. He's reminding me that not only did the old things die, but the new things are coming alive. The future is not the same as the past, even if the location is the same. I see the bright green life underneath the familiar places and faces. I feel His presence burning in this heart that He sparked back to life.
It's a good day for a resurrection.
