Words have been scarce lately, hiding in the shadows of my mind, refusing to come into the light so I can make sense of all that surrounds me, but tonight, God granted me a sweet sliver of that light…
Serbia falls on me like rain–more like a hurricane, wind blowing, waters raging, clouds exploding with brilliant light, booming with sound.
I am changed.
God moves through me like that Serbian hurricane, and like I said, I am changed. I am changed by the brown eyed man that looked strait through me, the palms held open, the cigarette seeking children, the broken people all around. They gnaw at my soul, leave places of ache.
But then, there was last night when dirt turned to mud and water rolled down my legs, where I was reminded of that 17th year with mall benches and broken windows strewn across the lap of the woman with the cerulean eyes. God changed me through her too and has given me her heart to carry on in a greater way than I could have ever imagined. I am comforted in the assurance of His hand in my life, the amazing ways He has blessed me and been so faithful. I live for these moments when He gives me His eyes, a glimpse of glory.
Yes, in Serbia, I have found a place like no other–a place where I long for no ending or maybe just happily ever after, but we all know life isn’t a fairy tale. We must move on and leave these beautiful people behind, allowing God to write the next chapter, knowing and being comforted in the fact that His story for our lives isn't over. Greater things are yet to come.
