Sometimes, it all feels LIKE A BLUR… euphoric, in a sense.
Two hundred ninety three days have
passed since I have walked on American soil… yet, I keep MOVING ON.
passed since I have walked on American soil… yet, I keep MOVING ON.
I remain in motion. Traveling from continent to continent, country-to-country,
house to tent, hostel to sleeping bag. A vagabond lifestyle that I have come to love. The faces continue to change, the sights
always contrast, & the sounds in no way identical.
house to tent, hostel to sleeping bag. A vagabond lifestyle that I have come to love. The faces continue to change, the sights
always contrast, & the sounds in no way identical.
The feeling I continue to
get is… I AM NO LONGER NORMAL.
get is… I AM NO LONGER NORMAL.
My NORMAL has changed.
Reality to me is different than it used to be. My eyes have been opened. I am no longer satisfied with a mundane lifestyle. I find myself asking…
Reality to me is different than it used to be. My eyes have been opened. I am no longer satisfied with a mundane lifestyle. I find myself asking…
What do I do now
that my “normal” is different?
that my “normal” is different?
My normal has become radical.
It doesn’t really make much sense. The Lord has taught me this year that
I am an extremist. I learn best
from bold statements or ideas HE SENDS MY WAY.
This change of perspective has challenged me like never
before. I no longer view the world the same. God’s creation, His heart, and His desire to love is so much superior
than I once knew.
before. I no longer view the world the same. God’s creation, His heart, and His desire to love is so much superior
than I once knew.
The ways I used to know… well, my previous life, it was not
necessarily the right or the wrong way. IT WAS SIMPLY, familiar to me.
necessarily the right or the wrong way. IT WAS SIMPLY, familiar to me.
I do not seem to understand how grandiose the world is – I do
know, we all are intertwined together into a majestic creation the Lord created.
know, we all are intertwined together into a majestic creation the Lord created.
And, He is writing our story and He delights when we seek Him first.
His
children are spread out in distinctive lands, raised by countless families, and
comprised of an assortment of lifestyles, but He is undoubtedly able to take
care of all of us.
children are spread out in distinctive lands, raised by countless families, and
comprised of an assortment of lifestyles, but He is undoubtedly able to take
care of all of us.
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And, He treasures how unique we all are.
And, I wonder…
Lord, why did you choose me?
More than I can fathom
ENTANGLES your heart.
ENTANGLES your heart.
Father, how many faces I have seen?
I can’t begin to
count. But, you know.
Lord, how many of your children’s hands I have touched?
I have no idea. You
recall these countless details.
recall these countless details.
How many smiles I have received?
So many, they were all
individually special.
individually special.
How many steps have I taken?
I was tired but you never
once left my side, you gave me strength.
once left my side, you gave me strength.
How many times have I wanted to give up?
You reminded me – one day at a time.
How many doors have been opened to me?
Lord, they all invited
me in. And, you already knew each of them by name.
me in. And, you already knew each of them by name.
This new normal… Well,
sometimes it is very overwhelming – but, so satisfying.
My new normal is immense joy. I don’t always understand it… but, I LOVE IT!
I’m not sure I fully grasp the world’s normal any longer.
MY NORMAL HAS CHANGED:
Normal is walking miles to share the gospel & pray with a family I may NEVER SEE AGAIN.
Normal is eating with strangers one day and the next day THEY BECOME YOUR FAMILY.
Normal is eating with strangers one day and the next day THEY BECOME YOUR FAMILY.
Normal is watching CHILDREN CLIMB TREES in the countryside for
an afternoon snack.
an afternoon snack.
Normal is ROLLING around in the hills of the Romanian countryside.
Normal is not knowing what to expect day to day.
Normal is SHARING EVERYTHING you have.
Normal is LIVING EVERYDAY in intense community.
Normal is ACCEPTING THAT I DO NOT REALLY KNOW WHAT I NEED.
Normal is being astounded by the visionary heart of the
Lord.
Lord.
Normal is DESIRING INTIMACY with my creator, a KING.
Normal is FINDING A SOUL smiling & ALIVE in the middle of the dump.
Normal is wanting to LOVE like never before.
Normal is seeking after what He desires for my life.
Normal is embracing be the beauty of vunerability.
My old normal was overrated. I NO LONGER STRIVE TO BE NORMAL.
