There are these rare moments on the race where I find myself alone to soak in the presence of Jesus.
This one specific moment I found myself on porch of our apartment for the month with the sound of rain drizzling down and the neighbors chatting in a language I can hardly say hello in. For the first time all month, I’m not sweating. The rain has brought in a cool front–a reminder of the change of season that is happening back home.
India is coming to a close and the verse in Psalms, “Be still in the presence of the Lord and wait patiently for Him to act,” seems to be scrolling through my mind this morning.
So I sit. And I wait with confident hope because He alone is my shelter; my hiding place in times of trouble.
I’ve realized how inclined I am to take life into my own hands, only to be confronted by how futile my attempts are to play God. I’ve been clinging to Psalm 91 these days…how crucial it is to find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. To give back the pen I so often take from Him. To trust that He will rescue all those who love Him…
Even when for the first time on the Race, homesickness runs into my like a rude stranger.
Even when all I want is a plate full of poppy seed chicken and a glass of sweet tea.
Even when I don’t think I can pray for another person or preach at one more village.
Even when I have to walk past a man on the side of the road who is dead because somehow that is “normal” in India.
…I must cling to the few constants I have in my life–the truths that Jesus speaks over me, His promises that protect me, the rest I find in his arms day in and day out. As the ground beneath me soaks up the much needed rain, my soul soaks up some much needed rest with Jesus. He is so much better than I’ve ever known before.
I hope you can find that same rest today. Life can seem chaotic but being still in the presence of the one who knows us more intimately and loves on a level not humanly possible is where we will find the rescue that we, in one way of another, are so desperately searching for.
