I have been home for 2 weeks and I feel as though I never left. I feel as though I dreamed a huge dream and now I am slowly waking up. I know it's time to wake up but I miss the dream. It wasn't perfect and it was painful at its core but it was so beautiful and I want to see it again. My biggest fear is that I will forget it.
This is what I keep telling myself: "If God was faithful to get me to Romania and to sanctify me and use me...He will be faithful to continue using me and molding me into the image of his Son wherever I go."
It's painful to be made into the image of Christ. We cannot experience the resurrection power until we experience death. The thing is we have to die every day and some days it hurts more than others. I have been so convicted this summer but I have also been given so much hope. What a beautiful combination. Death and Resurrection/Conviction and Hope. One cannot exist without the other and I would even say that they propel each other. I can't rejoice in the resurrection until I know how ugly death is. In the same way I can't have hope until I am convicted of my complete inability to hope in myself.
Y'all are the means by which the Lord is showing his faithfulness to me. And I miss you each individually more than you know.
I cannot wait to hear y'all talk more in depth about your summer adventures or summer thoughts..your summer dreams or simply your summer that "was".
You all are my happy thought and this next year is going to be one for the books. I won't say the "S" word but we are getting old...but not too old for adventures or dreams or sleeping in real piles. I don't think any of us will grow out of that.
Get ready to smile for lots of pictures, eat a bunch of muffins, and watch God paint a beautiful picture that is our friendships.
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