I’m back in the comfort of my own bed under the roof of my father’s house in the United States. I think back to just how last week I woke up to the fresh mountain air where the loud voices of chatter and laughter meant a warm welcome to a new day; and here I am in the solitary coolness of my room thinking about the memories that will never fade. I still remember the last two sermons my daddy gave before we returned back to the states from the home where our hearts dwell. Last year daddy preached, “right now you don’t understand what I’m doing, but later on you will.” and this last time around God spoke through his sermon saying, “you will see greater things than these to come.”
My heart is at peace knowing that God is in full control. I feel safe in the knowledge of His wisdom as He fits all the pieces of my family’s life and my own together. My understanding is limited but He sees farther than I could ever know. As I lay in bed thinking about the past few months of my life, my gratitude to the Lord overflows with joy for the life that’s given to me. I’m thankful for my victory in Jesus Christ over depression, and for strengthening my heart as I waited on Him. I’m so thankful for the love He gives me in his Son everyday as He consistently proves His faithfulness to me day by day by, in the smallest ways. He stills my soul by even quieting the smallest worries of my heart. No detail is too great or too small for Him to overcome by riding in on His mighty cloud of Glory and shedding light to the darkness of my uncertainties. He gives me peace when I turn to Him with all of the concerns of my heart. He romances me, He woes me. I’m pacified.
I lay here meditating about the miracles I’ve witnessed and the power of the Holy Spirit that overtakes a room full of people in the middle of worship and praise. I think about how biblically, everything that my family and I participate in aligns to the truth and the life of Jesus Christ. The commission that He gave to His disciples before He disappeared into the clouds to sit at the right hand side of the Father is what He commanded all Christians to do. To go into all the nations and to preach the good news of His life for ours, to go out and heal the sick, cast out demons and prepare the church, His bride for His return; all done in His Holy name! Then this makes me think about the events around the world, and how unrealistically fast the time is flying by. It’s like a frantic race for time as evil continues to rise. The earth is covered in blood, violence and hate, but God is also at work revealing many wonders and signs in heaven and among His people. Calling us to repentance and telling us to get ready, telling us to prepare for the trumpet’s call to go home! Oh how I desire to be caught up in the rapture and sing in my soul, “death where is your sting!? My body is finally glorified with my King of kings!”….
And so, I lay here thinking about all the work that needs to be done and how deeply our hearts desire to be freed from the borders of these corrupted states. We’re ready to go back and answer the calling over our lives in Central and South America and to share our lives with the family we’ve grown so close to in love every time we meet in Costa Rica. But peace is mine and thankfulness fills me as I think about all the love and care that God has poured into me and my family of two. I know deep in my spirit that we won’t be here for much longer. Something is stirring in our lives and I perceive the hand of God in our midst. Our time is coming and I’m expectantly waiting, walking out this journey day by day, to see greater things than what I’ve already seen.