I have these moments where my worlds collide.
The first happened in a small, bush church in Zimbabwe.
Bethany and I were sitting in a desk in a small school where church was held. In two other classrooms close by were two more church meetings happening at the same time. All around us there was singing in tonga. I understood no words but I felt as if I understood everything.
My worlds collided.
In my heart I could hear the songs of Cambodians, Thai people, Malaysians, Filipinos, Mexicans, North Africans, and Americans. Each singing their own songs from their hearts. Each song coming together to form one beautiful arrangement.
My worlds collided.
Today, as I sit in a Romanian church singing songs I grew up singing in English while I listen to them in Romanian, I’m having one of those moments again.
My worlds collided.
But, I’ve added a few new voices to the moment. I hear my Zambian family singing, and my beloved Malawians. The kind hearted Ukrainians. A chorus of love and adoration to The King.
My worlds collided.
But, as I sit here overcome and writing this, I’m reminded that it isn’t my world. It’s His. And He’s let me into the things He sees, what His heart feels, His vision for this world.
My worlds collided.
Heaven meets earth.
I am brought into reverence. Deep respect tinged with awe. Holy surrender.
Si vreau din Tine mai mult!
(And I, I’m desperate for you)
Si vreau de Tine s-ascult!
(And I, I’m lost without you)
You are the air I breathe
Here are a few pictures of churches I’ve been blessed to be a part of in the last 9 months!
