Hey all,
Just thought I would update anyone who is still looking in here to my life.
Things have been a-shiften, if you don’t mind me saying so in a funny manner. I got home to not having the usual house that I stay at. It was sold. It has actually been a good thing. A good motivator to get me going on from old places. Though Tsawwassen has been my home for many years, it seems that my community there is hard to find. I come home to find that relationships are not really re-entered, but rebuilt. Some are lost, some are remaining. Some are more distant. Some are closer. Some come out of nowhere. Some cause joy. Others bring back memories both good and bad. It may seem like I’m saying some of this in a sad state, but that is not true. It is just that feeling that many missionaries, and those that have moved a lot start to feel. You enter what once was home, only to find that it is really just another missionary field to begin a new work. It is like starting over in many senses. Home, as so many have said in the past, is simply the place where you have community. It is the place where you don’t have the constant anxiety of wondering who your friends are. It is the place where you don’t have the constant anxiety of trying to have something good to tell others you are doing so you feel dignified in some weird way. Home is where you have peace. Thanks to the Lord and his Holy Spirit we are able to have peace anywhere. Perhaps it is more fleeting in some places more than others, but the same God is everywhere. His rules apply across the universe.
I was worshipping the other day and was blessed by peace. It seems there is much to not be at peace about, but in the Lord’s presence I have found it. It is sad that it lasts for such a short time, but all the more reason to go back to him and worship with all my heart. It is where I have found my strength to remain. My strength of getting through those times where you soul just doesn’t want to be at peace. We must worship! I have learned this the past year. In all those times where I felt lonely or just out of passion, it was in worship that my bitterness once again was turned to thankfulness. It is worship of him that we are made. So it makes sense that if I am not worshipping him with all my heart in what I do that I start to go empty. Just as a car does not run on air, my soul does not run off nothing. But if I want to keep a heart on fire for the Lord it is going to take maintenance. Not hard maintenance, but joyful, passionate, all-heart giving worship.
This has been some of what has been on my mind. I hope I can encourage all out there who are empty in soul that the Lord does fill! He will bring peace. Perhaps it seems the farthest things from reality, but that it when seeing him come through will mean all the more.
A song that I keep on repeat right now is: Love Came Down by Bryan Johnson. I suggest it. Not just once, but all day!
Blessings until next time.