Ever since stepping back on American soil, I have had
feelings I can’t explain.
I want to process but I don’t know how.
I want to tell stories but listeners are hard to come by.
I thrive on dinner dates and chats I have had with friends and family, those
ones with God at the center.
With that, bouts of loneliness follow– what am I doing? Where are “my
people“? What is “my calling?” Why do I have to move again? Why
do I keep starting all over?
I’m also a bit in love with the idea of marriage— someone never leaving your
side, a friend that will never move away or find someone better. And for once
in my life, I desire that, a lot.
So when I flipped open my bible today (my new message version my mom got me for
Christmas) I didn’t have a plan in mind…
But God did. One page was slightly crumbled as if dog-eared, and with my
natural tendency to “fix” it, I flipped to that page. Here is what it
said:
“And now, here’s what I’m going to do:
I’m going to start all over again.
I’m taking her back out into the wilderness
Where we had our first date, and I’ll court her.
I’ll give her a bouquet of roses.
I’ll turn Heartbreak Valley into Acres of Hope.
She’ll respond like she did as a young girl,
Those days when she was fresh out of Egypt.
…
Yes, I’ll marry you and neither leave you nor let you go.
You’ll know me, God, for who I really am.”
(Hosea 2:14-15, 23)
God, you’re legit.
I feel like this is a season of true starting over; God hit it on the nail with
that truth.
I have been broken and refined in the fire on the World Race and now is a time
to stand up hand in hand with my Maker and live the redeemed life He died to
give me: A new start.
So although there is a territory of unknown ahead, there is such a feeling of hope
and excitement.
Bring it on Georgia.
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