Ten months ago, I was a part of a large community and always quite active, involved in the 8-5 rat race, met with friends almost daily, and engaged in volleyball, hiking, and walking. Today, I find myself tucked into small town life. Where going to the local ice cream store, eating at a local hangout, or walking by the water are the things to do. Life is less about a race and more about finding balance mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.
When I relocated back to the mitten state, I toggled between basking in the lazy days, where everyday felt like vacation and struggled with the lack of social activity that I had become accustom to.
Then, as the Michigan weather began to change, so did I.
I found myself lost. Lost in making small connections, lost in discovering my love for photography and deeper involved in writing, lost in figuring out why God called me to the mitten once again, lost in the struggles of being on mission, lost in the Truth, and lost in my time with Jesus.
I got lost and found contentment more often.
As I write from the shade on the deck, I cannot believe that this, this is what God has called me to; writing, discovering, and taking care of others. I sit here, reminiscing where I’ve been, reminding myself where I am, and trying hard not to anticipate what’s ahead. For truly, I do not know.
Being on mission with Christ is like being on an obstacle course.
Though I am blind to what’s ahead, God knows my path. He knows how, when, and where I will move, guiding me all the way Home.
“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6