This morning I woke up to the sunlight pouring in from the skylight and a cute dog rustling the folds of my blanket. As I layed there, eyes half open, I remembered that I wasn’t at home anymore. I remembered that I was miles and miles away from the comfortable kitchen chair that I sit in every morning for breakfast and the curtains that I pull open to say good morning I remembered that I was miles and miles away from the comfortable kitchen chair that I sit in every morning for breakfast and the curtains that I pull open to say good morning and the canvases filled with verses that line my walls and remind me to step out in truth.
Now, I sit on a couch in a small apartment in the midst of rows and rows of houses down the street from our nation’s capitol. It still doesn’t feel real. I still don’t really understand how a huge aircraft could leave me in a completely knew environment so quickly.
In the midst of all that’s new, there are pieces of comfort that God has given me, like the breeze. The breeze this morning that tugged at my shirt as I walked Teddy, my new dog friend, down the streets of a quiet neighborhood. The breeze that for a second took me back to the bike rides I go on nearby a lake in my hometown. The breeze that hugged me and reminded me that God is sovereign. Another piece of comfort is the trees. The trees grow green here too, and although that might seem obvious, it reveals God’s constant nature. He is solid. He’s got my back no matter my location. The trees display their limbs as if daring me to climb them and they remind me to be bold and adventurous, to never let new, perhaps scary things hinder my ability to trust God. Lastly, children bring me comfort. Sitting in a metro by myself, I felt a little bit overwhelmed. The bus didn’t even wait for me to sit down before it started moving, leaving me looking like an unbalanced tourist who didn’t know what was going on. But soon after, I found myself sitting in a seat and looking out the window at the busy streets. That’s when I saw two children. They were side by side on scooters pushing themselves down paved sidewalks with these huge smiles on their faces. These kids didn’t know any different. Their familiar was my unfamiliar, but somehow I got a taste of familiar just in seeing their joy and it was comforting.
I am blessed to be experiencing these things and so much more. Please pray for our team as we all experience such new and diverse things. Pray that our hearts would rest knowing God is our sense of home, comfort, and all things familiar.
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