so, here’s the thing. seven weeks ago i left a group of twenty three people. i’d basically fallen for all of them and was devastated when i had to say goodbye. since returning stateside i’ve been keeping myself busy; traipsing all about. sleeping on couches, in other people’s beds, hotel rooms, and plenty of naps on plenty of planes. tomorrow i’m starting my last big trip (at least a trip that’s planned) to south africa to see my people.
i’m basically beside myself excited.
i’ve been packing and prepping all week long and here’s what i’ve noticed. i think that the lord feels similarly about me as i feel about them.
i was writing notes to them and over and over and over again i just kept writing “i’m proud of you.” and i am. incredibly. so proud of who they are becoming, the ways they are saying “yes” to whatever the lord puts in front of them. i’m proud of how they have fun, how they celebrate each other, how they earnestly pursue the voice of the father.
and because i love them i’ve been running around like a crazy person to get them the stuff they want. starbursts. check. chapstick. done. new underwear because, let’s be honest, six months of hand washing them suckers….. but it doesn’t feel like a hassle to bless them. i’ll spend all of the time and money i have because they’re worth it.
and, i don’t know. maybe my sentiments are just extra strong these days. but its been such a good picture this week of how the lord thinks of me. he’s proud. even in the mess and the brokenness and the having nothing figured out…he’s delighted. and he’s happy to give me the things i ask for, just because i ask. i don’t do anything to earn them. i’m just worth it because he says so. he’s happy to bless me.
so, that’s it. nothing incredibly profound for you today. just a simple reminder. he sees. he knows. he’s proud of you. he’s happy to bless you.
with that, i’m hopping back across the pond.