So, today is the last day of ministry here in Cambodia. It also happens to be the last day of ministry for Team Overflow. Team changes are on the horizon; this time next week I will be celebrating the birth of a new team.
Right now though, I’m trying to take in what the past four months have been as a member of Team Overflow. So many different thoughts and emotions collide with each other in my mind as I look back at this incredible time on this unforgettable team.
I wanted to write a post about it all but couldn’t find a way to get it all out without making a mess; so, I decided to once again take to poem form in an attempt to at least halfway do justice to these unbelievable people and what they’ve meant to me.
This is it; this is what I have to offer as tribute to the other members of this team consisting of myself and Bekah Melton, Emmy Hendrix, Kim Pierce, Katie Haughwout, Luke Hanna, and Carmen Eby.
This is “overflow: a season”
in a moment we forth fly into the season next
but for a moment we stop to adore the beauty of the last
speaking into the darkness she lights the spark
as joy emerges in the wake of her presence
color and wonder a vision she perceives
but the fear she fights;
a warrior princess from another world
knowing the Warrior Prince of before is beside and
breaking forth like the dawn a peace
ushered in from the pieces of her peaceful heart;
a dance of endless days in that glorious presence
where hand in hand a Father’s grace
shall stand before her a father’s love;
her relentless hope endures a new creation and
to dive into the wonder of the mystery
in caverns deep;
a perfect truth of who He is
will reflect who she’s become
like treasure at the ocean floor;
a new oxygen, a new heartbeat and
a whole new world dazzling before eyes;
birthed love emerging in infectious laughter:
an adequate offering for a sufficient King
overflowing a glue to overflow throughout;
seeping into cracks of hearts damaged
where spreads forth a star of unspeakable beauty and
an heir hungry for the feast that awaits
a son seeking the face of the Son
like a glory brighter than the sun;
a planting of seeds for a harvest soon to come
buried to grow forth in unwithering truth;
a season of which the time is full and
it ends where it began;
in a place she finds her home
to push forth from behind: the lead;
it’s a wisdom reflected in a windowed gaze,
pull a trigger, the Truth it flies like bullets
toward hearts to deeply penetrate;
a season in time frozen as a season for seasons beyond
a season eternal in mind is a season to overflow
