Our squad leaves Nicaragua early tomorrow morning. A few notes on the deeper things (from journals with Miss):
Nicaragua is where I stood still and realized that I cannot unsee what I’ve seen. I can’t go back. Whether I wanted to grow or not, I don’t have the choice anymore. It is where I realized that the World Race, this next 10 months, is going to change, challenge, and grow me in surprising ways, ways that I did not expect. The change will be gradual and not all at once, because that is not how the Lord does things in my life.
My hope is that when I return home, everything does look, taste, smell, move, and sound different, yet I will be more uniquely who God created me to be. That I will see His Kingdom, hear His voice, and recognize His moving in my everyday life in a more vibrant way.
Here is a poem that I wrote here. I pray it meets you in the place where the Lord is pulling you to new and heights, and calling you into new seasons.
His Faithfulness Abounds
Golden light falls richly over the volcano,
That looming presence over the land.
We laugh and speak life over rice and beans.
The Lord is generous in His blessings for us,
his grace abounds afresh and full.
Pulling us to new and unknown heights,
hearing our prayers, calling us close.
“Such is the confidence that we have through Christ towards God. Not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything as coming from us, but our sufficiency is from God, who has made us sufficient to be ministers of a new covenant, not of the letter but of the Spirit. For the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.” – 2 Corinthians 3:4-6
