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the Next season

For many reasons and in many ways I’m an unsettled person.  It’s taken some time, but I can admit it now. Part of who I am wants to explore, move, meet new people, see new things.

Most of this summer was spent in a space of trying to be present in Houston, with the people around me – and feeling the call to go.  Every other time I’ve moved, there’s been a job or ministry that I knew I was headed into.  Not this time.

I spent time at a camp for teens in the foster care system. And I spent time with friends and family in Minnesota, Kansas and Colorado. Returning to Houston and looking for jobs left me confused.

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Great people to live with in community – but still feeling disconnected from the city.  Amazing small group at church (who, if it hasn’t been mentioned before was true community and welcomed me as one of their own, challenged & encouraged me more than I could have expected) – yet the physical distance left me feeling somewhat disengaged.

Not feeling at home where I currently was, I began looking elsewhere.  But where does one even begin?  I’m almost 30. Society tells me I should have some roots by now. (I don’t care too much about this, but the pressure is still felt).

As I had conversations, something that kept coming up was the idea of jumping.  As big as a move felt to me, with no strong ties anywhere, it is only a move.  If I were to go somewhere and hate it, I could leave after  6 months, a year.

So I talked and journaled and prayed. And applied to far too many jobs.  Eventually I landed a few potential interviews in the same area…. and I decided to jump.

And, the leap of faith looks like one that is moving me forward.

I have been in Asheville, North Carolina for less than a week. After four interviews, and one declined interview, I accepted a job as a front desk agent at a hotel.  I have some friends that I’m currently living with as I adjust to a new place.  How long will I be here? Do I have a church / community?

I don’t know.

But I’m trusting that this season will grow me, teach me, stretch me. Help me be more fully me.

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unedited week

Tuesday – You invited me to community. I hesitantly laid aside my “wants” and enjoyed a few hours without stress. A few hours with brothers, coffee and a board game.  Uncharacteristically, I asked if we could talk on the way home. We had a brief chat about my stresses, and you prayed for me. I felt normal.

Thursday – More community. I got to share my passion for cooking for others. We all shared an evening of laughter, good food and conversations. I felt included.

Friday – Reminded of my passion for other cultures. Tougher reminder that though uncertainty makes me anxious, it is better than certainly unhealthy options.

Saturday – Got a view of the growth that has happened in me over the past year.  Started evaluating what future could be possible. Cried through some prayers.  And, I felt some amount of peace.

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Sunday – Somehow none of the past week seemed to be tangible. At some point, the Lies crept back in. And once the Lies have started speaking, it is hard for me to get them to stop. Their words tangle up my feet and put walls over my ears to anything more logical. I felt alone and confused once again.

There are no answers yet.

Just a vulnerable mess. Still searching.

I felt like a sojourner.

Right in front of me

[I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I’m realizing how terrible I am at putting off writing, so this is just going to happen without corrections]

Yesterday evening I’m starting to get tired because of the work day, and it’s getting late (for me, this means after 10).  X, Y & Z get my mind wandering down dangerous paths, and I go to search for less-than-beneficial uses of my time.

And WHAM.

Thankfully, over the last months (years) I have realized some of my triggers, moments in the slippery slope of temptation. By God’s grace I turn off the computer.  But, going to bed I still feel heavy. The weight of how quickly my mind, my heart, turn to idols is left resting on me as I doze into a not-so-restful sleep.

Wake up this morning to the following email devotional:

Take advantage of every review of the past to remind yourself of the unbounded, limitless, and life-saving effects of the blood of Christ that was shed on Calvary for you.  It would be a colossal waste to spend this opportunity on regret and self-denigration.  This is a time when you can draw near to Me in genuine worship from the depth of your heart, says the Lord.  Be thankful.

2 Corinthians 4:15 For all things are for your sakes, that grace, having spread through the many, may cause thanksgiving to abound to the glory of God.

Well, that was timely.

Fast forward to my bus ride home from work.  Another long day at a job I don’t fully enjoy.  During my long rides I find my mind wandering again. I land on my to-do list for awhile, and start feeling pressure. Wander down a different trail and start feeling anxious about the future and new jobs. Get off the bus and feel overall down about myself.

WHAM.

Well, not wham, but maybe a block from my stop, a guy comes running up behind me.

Hey, you don’t know me, but my name is M_____. And this may sound weird, but I really felt like I needed to catch up to you and let you know that God loves you. Like, you specifically are loved by God.

We talk for awhile, but again, how timely.

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So often I worry. So often I get lost in my own thoughts. I wonder how I will get things done. I dream about how God will be part of my future X, Y and Z.  But here and now God IS. God is present and moving and GETS ME. This still blow my mind when I stop and think about it.

So, what’s God have right in front of you?

February 2012

Share your story.  Be a witness. Tell me about yourself.

It seems people want to know about other people.  We want to hear stories – adventures, tragedies, romances.  And maybe, we even want to know people and be known by them through the sharing of our stories, our experiences, our lives. So here we go.

February 2012, I am traveling in Tanzania with my CrossFire team.  We’ve been in the country for about a month, and some other missionaries have offered to help pay for us to take a day off and go on a safari.  Pretty sweet deal, so the five us head off one day to Arusha National Park.

It’s a beautiful day – sun out, but not too hot. Rather than try to explain the safari itself, I’ll let some photographs from the day tell the story.

Yes, it was a bit tourist-y of us, but after a month of cross-cultural ministry it was nice to have a day to just enjoy.

Less than 30 minutes after that last picture was taken, our team and safari driver were headed out of the park. As we come up and around a corner, there is a large bus coming quickly at us. The roads are dirt, and wide enough for 1 1/2 vehicles… maybe. So, our driver does his best to pull over to the side to get out of the way. Everything is fine.

For about five seconds.

 

Then we feel the jeep tilt.

 

 

The next thing I really remember is being upside down in the vehicle. At least two of my teammates are crying/screaming… and there is clearly commotion outside of the vehicle. The other male on my team is already out of the vehicle, I convince the girl who was in the back with him and I to get out, and make it out myself. We are way down the hill (later we decided that we rolled 4 1/2 times). I look at my teammate with the “what the hell do we do?” look. Maybe I used words… I don’t remember. He says he’ll get the other two girls, because the third is having a panic attack, so I coerce her up this hill…

Many Tanzanians are up there (more than the 5-10 who had come down to our jeep) and they try to get water for us. Eventually the rest of the team makes it up. One girl looks beat up and the other has been carried up by several men.

[there is no way to share how many thoughts and questions were racing through my brain at this point. and possibly no way for anybody to understand unless they also have been in a severe accident in a foreign country]

Through much miscommunication and several cultural barriers we make our way from the park to the police station (because the accident had to be reported….) to the hospital. The girls insist that the guys get checked out too, but we both politely refuse to make sure we know what’s happening with the ladies of our team. The hospital decides that the girl who was carried up the hill needs to go to a larger facility, so I travel with her in an ambulance. She gets x-rays. I talk with one of the pastors we’ve been working alongside. He convinces me to go back and sleep… the adrenaline was finally wearing off at midnight during the x-rays.

I crawl into bed, finally aware of some of my own pain but too exhausted to care. When I wake up in the morning, I’m so stiff and sore. It’s Sunday. I’m alone and beat up. But one of the teens asks me to go to church. I have nothing better to do (because I can’t get to either hospital until after church anyway), so I go. We walk very slowly. Myself with a noticeable limp in my left leg.

The church service was nothing spectacular. In fact, it was kind of terrible.  There was a guest pastor from the US… and he used a football analogy. American football analogy in Tanzania. [facepalm]. But during one of the songs – Great is Thy Faithfulness – though I was busy being annoyed at the choice given the circumstances of my team, I felt some brush past my left side. I looked over, but nobody was near. Whatever, maybe I was going crazy.

The three teammates from the other hospital joined me later that day. The next morning as we’re going to the larger hospital, I realize that I’m not limping anymore. With no specific prayer on my part… and no way of anybody else knowing to pray that specifically, I could walk without (much) pain.

Fast forward through hospital (teammate with compression fractures in her back, another with a broken rib and arm) and physical therapy and time spent not as a team of five all in one place. We had a lot of pain to process. Coming back together as a team of five wasn’t easy. But we talked. And we prayed. And we continued to do life together.

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We ended our year together. We ended our year healthier than most would expect after an accident like we experienced – both physically and emotionally.

It’s been five years since that day.  And there are days, weeks that I don’t think about what happened. But this is a reminder, to myself if nobody else, that God has and does still work. That each day has value. That life is better lived together.

quick weekend thoughts 2/6/17

Often times the answer is within reach. The path right in front of me.

Yet, many times I still wonder what I’m supposed to do. I’m prone to avoiding what I know needs to be said or done.

Last week was rough… for so many reasons.

Did I reach out to my friends or family? Nope.

Independence. I can do this.

A friend finally pushed me into talking yesterday afternoon. And, not surprisingly, it helped. Then I spent some time listening to piano music and journaling and drawing. And I went and got some medicine for the sinus/cold thing going on.

This morning? I feel much better.  Not restored to full health – physically, emotionally or spiritually – but at a much steadier place.

So, why do I wait?  Why don’t I make good, healthy choices right away?

There’s part of me that likes to sit in the bleh of life. I’ve grown accustomed to the gloomy shadow place, and need to visit it every so often it seems. And, as a man I’m supposed to be independent, right?

[that’s over-rated]

Holy One, may I continue to push into more timely responses.  May I reach out rather than isolate. May I seek You and seek to be changed by You.

 

Pause

Recently the topic of many conversations has been – the future.  What am I planning on doing in August?  How have I grown so far?  What do I want to push into during this last trimester of Mission Year?  Where will I be living in August?  There’s plenty for me to be thinking over. And trust me, I’ve spent probably too much time during the last few weeks thinking over the possibilities, searching for jobs and checking stats on different cities.  Recently, I’ve been asking others for their input (on my life) as well.  So the curriculum article for the past week was perfect for me.

“…the order that Jesus teaches us is the reverse.  It begins with God in solitude; then it creates a fellowship, a community with whom the mission is being lived; and finally this community goes out together..”

–Henri Nouwen

Can we quickly note that Jesus seems to always work in reverse?

Anyway, I’ve decided that I want to spend more time and thought on the idea of solitude and prayer. Yes, we have a quiet hour built into our house schedule. But it is easy for me to get busy – reading just to use the time or thinking about the day and all that needs to be done. And there are always my housemates, families, our neighborhood and friends to be praying for – which is good – but sometimes I forget to pray for my own life (Matthew 26:41).  To pray and communicate with God (which is a two-way street).

This idea of communication – which involves both talking and listening – may not be the most common.  And being somebody who tends towards independence and efficiency in time, stopping to listen can be tough.

 

“but you have to pray. you have to listen to the voice who calls you the beloved, because otherwise you will run around begging for affirmation, for praise, for success, and then you’re not free.”  – Nouwen

I need the time listening to God to know my identity.  Knowing my core identity – rooted in Christ and truth – allows me to live more freely. So, I’m trying.  Trying to take time and pause.  During quiet hour to not be so quick to talk at God, not so quick to read or write to fill up the time.  Trying to take time to listen to God – telling God what’s going on in my life and mind, and also listening to what God has to say – what truth He would speak into a situation.

Where do you need to pause?

ask?

listen?

 

As water reflects the face,
so one’s life reflects the heart.

Proverbs 27:19