In the past three weeks, I have left the former reality of my 4 minute drive to work in exchange for the new reality of a 35 minute walk to ministry. I left my comfortable space at work in exchange for a special needs school where I serve either children with needs I’ve never been exposed to or Tia’s that speak no English. I’ve exchanged my bed for the floor, my closet for packing cubes.
Yet here, surrounded by community that is full of life- I’m beginning to understand joy. No overwhelming change, no culture shock, no homesickness stops this perpetual celebration.
In the future I’ll have to include video evidence, but believe me when I tell you, the noise, the music, the laughter never stops. Not even when I’m trying really hard to catch up to sleep on my floor bed.
I could stay in the city between the mountains for a potential forever- I could stay here soaking in perpetual sunlight, I could stay here running up mountains and into coffee shops and fruit stores forever. This change is not painful, I welcome her with open arms, for she brings me sweet relief from the burden of routine- accompanied by astounding joy I’ve never been privy to before.
The redeemed dance all night, even when their hearts are heavy. And what a privilege it is to share a space with the loud and joyful!
