at the risk of sounding cheesy and cliche and potentially making someone gag at my christianese :
have you heard that country song about unanswered prayers? i couldn’t tell you who sings it, but the line has been on repeat in my head for several days now. “some of god’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.”
last year around this time i started looking for a new job. i felt like i needed to begin exploring options outside of aim, outside of what had become really normal and comfortable. i looked and looked and prayed and cried and looked. and finally i found it. it was the perfect job at what seemed like the perfect school. it was far enough away that i would be on my own, but not across the country from my community and my people. it was the ultimate blend of discipleship and administration. it was flexible. it paid well. it would offer me a chance to continue my education. it was exactly right. and i wanted it. i really, really, really wanted it. more than wanting it; i was absolutely, positively convinced that it’s what the Lord had for me. every door opened up. and i knew that in august i would be starting a new job in a new place. and i was thrilled.
and then the door slammed right in my face.
and i didn’t get the job i had dreamed about, hoped for and begged for. i was upset, confused and spinning. i had no idea what i was going to do. and then i showed up to training camp. and you all pretty much know what happened there. the lord said that if i wanted a gift, i could have it. so i said yes. mostly because i really wanted it. partially because i didn’t have a better option.
i can promise you that the last three and half months have been one of the best gifts the lord has ever given to me.
it’s been an emotional and exhausting few days as i’ve wrapped up and said goodbye to my squad. i’ve handed things over and worked really hard to not enter this transition kicking and screaming. i’ve been sitting alone in the beijing airport for the last twelve hours and as weird as it is to be boarding a plane again, my heart and my spirit are really at peace. if i’m overwhelmed by emotion it’s just because i am so very thankful for what this season has been.
i’m thankful for the ways i’ve come alive. for the passions the lord has reignited in me. i’m thankful for the way my kids have opened themselves up and let me be a part of their own processes and journeys. i’m thankful for the fun i had on busses and beaches and malls. i’m thankful for honduran street kids that reminded me that kingdom living doesn’t have to be complicated. i’m thankful that i got to be a part of walking people through freedom…even if it was in the middle of the night. i’m thankful for conversations and tears that came in my tent, for every coffee date i had and for furniture to stand on when i taught 23 timid people how to do declarations. i’m thankful that they aren’t so timid anymore.
i’m thankful for people at home who love me and support me. for instagram likes and blog comments and emails and facetimes and text messages. i’m thankful for the ways he showed up when i needed him most. i’m thankful for a new season of rest and celebration and provision. i’m thankful that i’m more settled in who i am today than i was yesterday. or two weeks ago. or six months ago. and i’m thankful that as good as this was – it’s not the best thing or the only thing he’s ever going to give me.
i’m just. yes. thankful. that he works all things together for the good of those who love him. and that despite my begging and hoping and praying – he had something good in store for me, even in the midst of my disappointment and confusion.
and at the moment, i am most thankful that even though i’m not there anymore, i get to cheer and pray and encourage and remind and blog stalk and visit the 23 kids i fell in love with. that now i just get to sit back and watch what they do and what the lord does. it’s been a privilege to be a part of it.