trust

My two worlds have officially collided.

Feeling a bit lost today.

Having left The Houses of Hope in Africa...

Now spending my final day...

In the House of Hope on Ridgegate.

I find myself asking...

"Where am I?"

"What is going on?"

So many emotions swirling about.

Being a mama...

One called to care for the smalls...

I see...

My need.

It takes an army load of hands...

Prayers from loving hearts...

The whole body working together...

To sew in faithfulness.

Planting His seeds of Hope...

Nourishing His growing.

This is what I want.

It's what I desire...

Faith-fullness.

Yet...

Today...

The eye-waters rush hard.

It feels like the walls are tumbling down around me.

.

While struggling with anxiousness.

My mind travels back to the land

Where brave mamas abound.

Truth is...

I just need to REMEMBER to REMEMBER.

He does not offer the bread of anxious toil.

He is the bread of rest..

The Bread of Life.

When I am tempted to be afraid...

I can trust in Him.

I can enjoy the small smiling faces that surround my camp...

Choosing to be present.

Even in my absent-mindedness.

In my lack...

He is more than enough.

I have learned much about trust in This House of Hope...

In the tilling... plantings... and blooms...

In our Lincoln, Tucker, Charli garden...

In the trees...

In loss...

In victory...

In job firings and hirings...

In the bird's songs...

In the "hello's and goodbyes..."

Among family...

Surrounded by dear friends...

Living life with growing smalls...

Being loved well by my Good Pastor.

So...

My takeaway for today...

Other than... He is good ALL the time...

Is...

Even in longings fufilled...

There is pruning to be done.

Watering with tears of joy and sorrow today.

For in my story...

One is rarely had without the other.

Putting my trust deep in Him.

For He is where my soul finds delight and rest.