Once upon a time I sold all my possessions, left everything and everyone I knew, and went on a crazy trip called The World Race. I was broken, stripped down, wrecked, transformed and set free. I found my identity, I found freedom, I found my Fathers heart.
I am home now and am just beginning to realize how deep the roots of these changes have grown. No longer am I content with the lifestyle, priorities, and cares I possessed just 12 months ago. They are empty and dusty, and as I try to slide back into life in San Diego, I am overcome by the reality that I JUST DON’T FIT. In the awkward, ‘fish out of water’ moments I have often found myself in, I have entertained the thought of how much easier this would all be if I hadn’t been shaken to the core…or even changed at all.
But no, I would never trade this state of life, this state of living as His child, breathing in His presence, swimming in His heart, and dancing in His arms for anything.
My spirit longs for more intimacy with God, and my soul cries out at the thought of the great inheritance He left to me when He called me daughter. I don’t pretend to know the full grandure of what that entails BUT I know He promised it, I know He is so phenomenally great, and I know nothing else is worth pursuing with every fiber of my being.
Once upon a time you followed my journey around the world, and now maybe your wondering WHATS NEXT. Please stay tuned for PART 2 to see! HERE IS A HINT………….
