The proverbial tether connecting me to the shore of security has been cut and here I am freely floating above the face of the waters. I am satisfied. My oars are left behind, and I am at the whim of the waves as they gently carry me out into the ocean. I am happy. Lord, I pray this year would be a year of drowning in your glory. Remind me to lift my sails to catch your wind rather than attempt to swim against the current and beg for my oars back. I want to learn what it means to be a daughter who is unafraid of being taken care of by you.
It has been an eventful week. I officially had my last day of work, and went camping with our college ministry. Naturally, there were a lot of people that showed up whom I had never met before. So, there were obviously a ton of introductions. For me, this was a weirdly new experience in many ways. When meeting someone for the first time, name and occupation usually go hand in hand.
I said the word “unemployed” more than I can count. That is so scary! I’ve had minimal time to process this huge change and I found it hitting me harder the more times I said it. I had to take a break from everyone for a moment to pray and thank God for this opportunity and to make a declaration to myself and to Him that I am going to trust Him during this process. I am a missionary. I am ridiculously happy. I am blessed. God, you are going to provide for me like you always have.
I am incredibly excited to watch new doors open, to gaze upon a new horizon, to dream new dreams, and to trust my future into the hands of him who has been taking care of me the whole time. Excitement doesn’t omit fear, but his perfect love casts it out. God, you are my ocean and I want to drown in you. Let’s go!
