healing Word
One thing that always strikes me when we go to training is that I am not the only person who is dealing with what I am dealing with... I never feel alone while in training. Nothing like seeming like a total jerk... that the world revolves around me and only me sorta thing! But seriously - no matter how very different we all are (mechanics, linguists, doctors, church planters - whatever!!) we are all still similar in more ways than you could imagine. We have all felt the compelling hand of God in our lives to "GO!". We are all real people, and we don't have to pretend to be perfect... and I like that part the most. I can be me. The real me... and not scare too many people. :)
One thing that has really struck me is this: I am not the only one who is dealing with the hurt of homesickness. I just read a missionary blog post today that as I read I basically understood her thoughts to be that she doesn't have a home. (Humm. Sound familiar?)
My heart hurts for me. And my heart hurts for my strong man that holds us all together like glue. My heart aches for my five year old who cries she wants to go to "that place where we lived for the longest time". My heart hurts for my Tia crying over her brokenness from giving away her dog... yeah all that makes it feel like I am the only one. The center of the miserable world of homesickness... but then I open my eyes to what is real around me. I am not the only one. Others are hurting. Probably more compounded hurt than I can really relate to. For example I have a dear friend who just tonight wrote of her hurting heart as she said goodbye to her parents, her childhood home, and home church as she is headed to live in Africa for the next four years.
My heart breaks even a little more. Where I just didn't know it could.
Then the Lord led me to read this from John 14:23:
"Jesus replied, “All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them." "
I love Him and that is why I will let myself hurt for Him... He is the only reason why I would subject myself to this hurt... and what does He promise me?? He promises that My Father loves me. He promises me that they will come and make a home with me. Jade. Marty. Tia. My friend in PNG (who doesn't know I am her friend yet). My friend leaving for Africa. EACH OF US.
Father God and Jesus are here to make a home for each of us.
Praise God for His perfect comfort. The Word speaks healing to my heart tonight as I pray for those who are so broken.
One thing that has really struck me is this: I am not the only one who is dealing with the hurt of homesickness. I just read a missionary blog post today that as I read I basically understood her thoughts to be that she doesn't have a home. (Humm. Sound familiar?)
My heart hurts for me. And my heart hurts for my strong man that holds us all together like glue. My heart aches for my five year old who cries she wants to go to "that place where we lived for the longest time". My heart hurts for my Tia crying over her brokenness from giving away her dog... yeah all that makes it feel like I am the only one. The center of the miserable world of homesickness... but then I open my eyes to what is real around me. I am not the only one. Others are hurting. Probably more compounded hurt than I can really relate to. For example I have a dear friend who just tonight wrote of her hurting heart as she said goodbye to her parents, her childhood home, and home church as she is headed to live in Africa for the next four years.
My heart breaks even a little more. Where I just didn't know it could.
Then the Lord led me to read this from John 14:23:
"Jesus replied, “All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them." "
I love Him and that is why I will let myself hurt for Him... He is the only reason why I would subject myself to this hurt... and what does He promise me?? He promises that My Father loves me. He promises me that they will come and make a home with me. Jade. Marty. Tia. My friend in PNG (who doesn't know I am her friend yet). My friend leaving for Africa. EACH OF US.
Father God and Jesus are here to make a home for each of us.
Praise God for His perfect comfort. The Word speaks healing to my heart tonight as I pray for those who are so broken.
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