And yet only 2 months after coming “home”, I’ve moved. I’m officially living in the South, a place I never believed I would be and yet I’m here and I’m loving it. I’m living down an unpaved road in what Facebook has deemed, “Quiet Place In The Woods”. I walk out my front door and I see John Deere’s and smell freshly mowed grass; I see horses and smell hay; I see cows and smell, well let’s just not talk about that smell
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I wasn’t “supposed” to be here in Georgia. I was supposed to come home after 11 months of traveling the world and return to my community, my family, my church. I was supposed to come home and be welcomed back into my job in the NICU… And yet, God had something else in mind. God knew I needed something in Georgia. So only 8 weeks after coming home, I’m living in Georgia, a place I never thought I’d be, participating as a student in the Center for Global Action.
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The Center for Global Action started 3 weeks ago. Each morning I work the World Race Department for 3.5 hours. It is during this time I am helping to mobilize and equip a generation of 20 to 30+ year olds, 2 squads, 100+ World Racers. I’ve added 100+ blogs to my reading list and I’ve added 100+ amazing individuals to the loves of my life. I’m committed to these people. I haven’t met them in person and that doesn’t even matter. They’ve taught me so much. They have encouraged me so much. I love it. Absolutely. I’m building relationships with my Papa’s sons and daughters. I’m seeing and experiencing the growth of His Kingdom; my heart is breaking for what breaks His, and I’m doing this all by sitting behind a desk.
I don’t know what lies ahead entirely, but I know that I’m supposed to be here, that God has very specific purposes for me in this season and that the work that I am doing in setting up ministry contacts around the world and in encouraging Racers as they raise support to keep them on the field. This work is essential and so valuable in the advancement of God’s Kingdom all over the world, even here, stateside.
I know it’s where I’m supposed to be and yet I don’t know entirely what lies ahead. In this it is a step of faith because there are many things that are not uncertain about even what I do know. But my heart can rest in the fact that my Papa brought me here. He has a purpose, even in the facts I do not know. He didn’t do it to take me further from my dreams. Deuteronomy 6:23, “But he brought us out from there to bring us in and give us the land he promised on oath to our ancestors.” My Papa took me out from nursing, but He’s going to bring me back to His promise and anointing of nursing. He’s going to do this, after He’s taught me some things. After I start living out what He’s teaching me.
I also know that if I hadn’t have gone on the race, I would still be working in nursing, working in my own strength, missing out on intimacy with my Papa. God called me out of nursing to show me my inheritance as a daughter of the Most High God. And that journey didn’t end when I came home from 11 months around the world. The journey continues and the journey continues, because I obeyed and I came to Georgia. I don’t know specifically, where God is taking me, but I am trusting Him and His magnificent plans that are far better than anything I can imagine.
