faithful You are

There’s something about the sun setting that requires a lot of faith.

Faith in knowing that the sun will rise again and it will be a new day.

As I was sitting on the back porch of my best friend’s new house in Brevard, North Carolina this weekend, I realized how much faith I actually have to be willing to put in the Father for Him to use me according to His plans.

The answer: full, wholehearted faith.

Three weeks ago, I moved to Georgia.

I started a new job. I have a new home. I get sweet roommates and bills to pay.

My adult life is in full swing, after eleven months of not even owning a hair brush. And gosh, has it come at me with full force and guns ablazing.

It’s really crazy how it all happened.

I thought i was going to have weeks, months even, to re-enter. Not a mere three weeks, in which I would have to combine my hellos and goodbyes into the same meetings, alongside a simultaneous unpacking and repacking.

It was pure chaos, to say the least.

But I have learned that it’s only in the pure chaos, do I actually, faithfully and sufficiently cling to the Father.

And now, I sit at a desk.

And I check my email. And I fill out spreadsheets. And I talk to participants.

And I get to introduce them to the goodness that is the World Race journey. They ask me about my time on the Race. They ask “how was it?”, “what was the best part?”, “would you do it again?”, and every time they ask a question, it’s a step closer to processing.

I have learned that “good” is not a sufficient answer to “how was it?”.

I have learned that honesty in the “how are you?” is worth it.

I have seen the fruit of the World Race. And I get to see the seeds being planted.

And it’s honestly been so fun.

 

I have faith that my Father is good.

I have faith that the sun will rise again.

I have faith that the Lord will use me in new and beautiful ways.

 

May this be a season of knowing He is good.

May this be a season of faithfully clinging to the Father.

May this be a season of bearing new fruit.

May this be a season of continually acknowledging His faithfulness.

Sending all my love, from Georgia,

Car