There is just something about the middle of the night, 1:17 to be exact, uwhen my heart is restless, and I just feel a little lost, that God speaks. Maybe it’s because in the middle of the night, He is the one that I can sit on the rooftop with. So I do. And He is the one that I can be honest with. So I am. And He is the one I need to remind me that it’s going to be ok. So He does. And in the middle of the night, I begin to fall a little more in love with Jesus.
It’s been a little over a month since I made a conscious decision to really follow God, this time physically, and it led 404 miles from comfort, to the place which He has been preparing for me. I had a millions expectations about this place. And I have to say, it’s not at all what I thought it might be. It’s harder, but better, and more beautiful than I ever imagined. But yes, harder. I don’t always see what God is doing in me (which I thought I would) but I know that He is doing something. It’s in the moments of resisting the temptation to give up, that He reminds me of my dream. Because ultimately, the late nights of studying and the piles of reading, and the incredibly difficult math homework, and all the striving to stick it out, is for the dream. A dream that I will fight for, even when it seems my efforts are going to waste. Now I may not be preaching to hundreds or feeding (metaphorically) the thousands, like I thought, but I do know that God is doing something through me and in me, in those “small things”. It’s in the coffee dates and the midnight talks and the encouragement on the way to class and the countless meals in the caf of sharing stories, that I know He’s using me.
So for now, I will continue to seek His heart, I will continue to remember the dream, I will continue to drink coffee and share my story and do math homework, and I will continue to trust that God is creating something beautiful out of me. Even though it may take longer than I thought.
| Today I learned |
If we know the truth, if we have authority because of our connection and oneness with Christ, than our words have power and it is but selfish to not speak and pray and declare those things with boldness for someone who needs it.
For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of boldness, love, and a sound mind. -2 Tim 1:7.
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
Nothing has been more accurate
how i comfort my friends: