Sitting in a place I never thought I’d be in again, praising the Lord in a new way. Sitting in the same spot that looked a lot different to me 4 months ago. One that looked full of confusion, cries to the Lord, and goodbyes to friends and physical comforts. 9 months ago it looked like tear-stained Bible pages while praying to be on the cusp on a season of joy. 6 months ago it looked like 4-hour long conversations with the Lord about how I can trust Him to work where my feet are even if it means a tent in Georgia, not Romania. Now, it doesn’t look too different. The black and white tiles look normal under my feet and it feels normal to plop down in this familiar chair. But, it does look different. I no longer feel like my Bible is too heavy of a weight in my backpack and it doesn’t seem as hard to praise Him in my moments of confusion. I walk in with Him next to me, I don’t have to wait until I sit down with the right mindset. This time is different. I almost feel like I owe it to the walls to tell them where I’ve been. To skip the parts about the tents, the porta-potties, the hikes, and the backpacks. To tell of what I’ve learned. Of the community I have and that all I can think of these days is how I can just get a little bit more of the Lord. To tell of the way that I wake up and am giddy wondering what confusing, joyful, crazy ministry opportunity He has for me today.
So, things look different in the place I thought I’d never be in again. Sitting next to new people, drinking new drinks, writing different words, but mostly going where He takes me and falling deeper in love with Him every step.
