They say home is where the heart is, which I guess is true. Though it’s so hard when home is here and home is there and your heart is in so many places. It’s hard to put into words how it feels to have your heart in so many pieces, to always be missing home. To miss people on the other side of the ocean. To long to feel the warm African breezes and see the smiling faces of the people you love. To return to the beautiful South and all my friends and family there. To miss my students in DE who wiggled their way deep into my heart. To miss the North, all its serene beauty, and the dear people whom my heart loves. To know that I’ll soon miss my family, knowing that we’ll soon be miles apart, and a sister on the other side of the world. My heart sometimes feels like it’s being squeezed, put through a shredder, and on a wild roller coaster ride all at the same time. No, I wouldn’t trade my nomadness, but it does come with a price. I love going new places, new adventures, new friends, learning new things,  most of all I love being a servant of Jesus, following Him, experiencing Him more, knowing more of His love & grace, and the opportunity to love His children. The hardest part of loving is that in the midst of the beauty there’s also pain. In the midst of the good there’s also heartache. It’s kind of like a rainbow in the midst of a storm. Sometimes I wonder if my heart could get any bigger, if it’s possible to love more people, to love so deep again, to truly care, to have my heart connect with others, yet somehow Jesus comes and I do. I love again, I hurt again, I cry again, I say good-bye [again], I care again, I lose pieces of my heart again, or maybe I should say Jesus does all those things. He loves through me, He cares through me, He takes those pieces of my heart and gives them to others. It makes me miss Heaven more and more. I can’t wait til the day when I will finally be HOME. When I’ll be with my Jesus & Redeemer. My heart will be whole, my body healed, no more good-byes, [ever], no more heart wrenching experiences, no more tears, and forever love. :)  In the midst of this all it’s easy to let myself get caught up in myself, but what I really want is…  to be caught up in Jesus. Caught up in doing the will of my Abba Father, letting my heart beat with His. Knowing that He’s here in the midst of all this change, and He’s holding all those pieces of my heart. I long to just trust Him completely, rest in Him fully, believe in Him truly, follow Him devotedly, serve Him whole heartedly, seek Him earnestly, love Him undividedly, listen to Him closely, praise Him enthusiastically,  worship Him only, thank Him continually, love His children deeply, knowing His way is perfect.

   In all honesty I’m super excited about following God to Canada & being able to call this beautiful place “home”. Not because it’s my dream, but because it’s His. 

 

 

I know they’ll be mountains that He’ll ask me to climb, valleys that He’ll walk me through, and rivers that He’ll want me to cross, but I know He will always be good, He will always be faithful. So if you’re walking through a valley, or that mountain you’re climbing is just so high, know that God is there, He cares, He’s walking with you, you’re not alone. May He be the One that brings joy to your soul and hope to your heart.

P.S. This soon to be Canadian girl can’t wait for the adventures with God & His people in the North.     [true story =]