love.

Well, I've safely arrived back in my second home, Cape Town South Africa. The transition has been a teary one, offering challenges from the start that I didn't feel quite ready for. I've been sleeping so badly too, which means I'm awake throughout the night wishing for sleep, but having to wait for the jet lag to taper off. This time has provided some really sweet time with Jesus. One thing I want to express to the world through this blog is our sweet Savior's patience. I am not patient. Not at all. I expect immediate results, leaving me disappointed most of the time. I want to see "WOW" come out of everything I put my hands to. But the Lord is radically challenging my definition of "wow". I've held a very worldly standard of success for myself and my work. My expectations are quite unattainable. I live with alot of fear and frustration because of this. Have you ever felt the Lord calling you to just love and accept things exactly as they are at this very moment? To "Be still and know He is God"? He is telling me in these quiet nights that He is with me, He is listening, and He is way more patient than I am. He is in control. I can trust him. And then he graciously speaks to me in ways I will recognize: spraypainting "love" on the train
and writing it on apples.
Oh Lord, teach me what it means to LOVE. Myself, Others, You. Make my life an outpouring of the love Jesus gave on earth. His life didn't "Wow" anyone except the broken. He was so abnormal in his delivery of the miraculous. His life was the "wow"! Let me be like you!

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  1. AnonymousJuly 21, 2012 at 7:12 PM

    Thanks for writing. Thanks for being transparent. dad

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