Every night in college I would search for change in my car and walk the halls of the art department to buy three cans of grape soda. I would balance three in one hand and a sketch book in my other. I was always in the studio late. Grape soda was never something I craved during the day. The fake grape flavor never appealed to me till I was very tired and just ready to have time with my art. My nights over a couple grape sodas would turn into long beautiful discussions with art majors about ways we could change the world around us. Really intimate friendships unlike any I’ve had post graduating.
A few weeks ago Adventures changed our teams up. It hasn’t been easy for me. I feel lifted from my old team too soon. My heart desires more quality time with them. I don’t know what to think really. This month I have already drawn 5 pieces of art. Some are wall sized, some a couple feet in length, and then some standard sized. So, my mind had been on people I miss. Artist and friends I have left behind to continue with ministry. It sucks. I feel so loved constantly by street kids but at the same time so lonely.
I don’t know what is happening, but legit ,children walk up to me and hand me things that have been symbols of comfort and love my whole life. Roses in Thailand and tonight in Cambodia a girl walked away from her family straight to me and handed me a grape soda. I asked her name and she smiled gave me a hug and walked away.
I was listening while praying a week ago and Papa started showing me a simple way of living.
” Devon, anything you want from man you must first ask me. Then I will give you everything you need.”
Through my hearing loss, team changes, and everyone passing the “honeymoon phase” and getting sick and tired of each other being around… I have just been asking him for everything. Comfort, toothbrushes (when I forgot mine on a travel day, I got a free one haha), love, good dreams, grape soda.
He is my pursuer …
