Hello, friends! I am writing from Ecuador, my home for February. No, you didn’t miss all the wonderful blogs from Colombia in January. Here they sit… on my computer… unposted… unfinished. The truth is, I’ve been struggling to write. The Lord is moving in amazing ways, I’ve met some incredible people, had awesome experiences, and have content in abundance. Praise be to God. But, I’ve struggled to put it all into words. I’ve been soaking it in, trying to process everything, which usually takes me a while. The perfectionist in me wants to have everything figured out before I put pen to paper, rather fingers to keyboard. I want to see the end before I paint the picture from the beginning.
And yet, that’s faith; a step before the path is completely clear, a leap before the depth is fully known, a trust in what is yet unseen….. A blog before the journey is fully processed? Okay, too far. But you get the idea. A life lived in faith means that I’ll never fully know or understand the workings of an infinite God until I see him face to face, but what I do know and understand undeniably compels me to adore him and to have complete assurance of his goodness and mercy. A life lived in faith means that I’ll never see the full picture in this lifetime, but in eternity his beautiful mosaic of interwoven stories and lives will be clear and I’ll see just how he was at work in every moment and every interaction.
And so, I blog. Trusting that while this is a journey I’ll spend most of my life processing, I will someday see the full picture. I don’t have to have it all figured out right now. Because God does. So I have faith that as I tell my stories, God is painting the big picture. I need only to be faithful to what he has revealed so far and have faith that his work and plan go far beyond what I can process month to month. But that’s the fun of an infinite God. He’ll never cease to amaze you and never stop bringing things into the light, never stop painting the bigger picture, the grand story of his love and faithfulness. And even if we only catch a glimpse of his work and his ways, it’s enough to stand in awe and wonder of his glory and tell tales of his great name.
So, here goes nothing. Ahem. I was hanging out in Colombia and….
