If you look at it from the outside, you see my once in a life time trip to celebrate turing forty and a job that I absolutely love. On the inside there is so much more.
Surrender.
That word had hounded me, haunted me for the past two years. I've tried to run, but it has stayed hot on my heels.
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders.
Without borders?
Oh how I have wanted to want that. How I want to want to let go, to surrender.
Will I (we) be called to go to Africa or the Middle East? Would I be willing to be obedient if we were?
I dared to take a taste of what surrender tastes like. I've put myself in the most uncomfortable situations this year. I've looked for ways to purposefully step out of my comfort zone. I've turned my ear to try to hear His voice in the soft whisper of the wind. When I heard it, I stepped out in obedience and oh the taste. I have tasted and seen that the Lord is good.
The God of the universe. The creator of heaven and earth has seen fit to allow this white, spoiled, over-pridleged, suburban woman play a part in what he's doing in the world. I am awe-struck.
The taste. The taste has left me hungry for more.
In 2015, I want to stay on the the heels of surrender. I want to see how this one turns out!
