The Sound of the Redeemed

Ohhhh, life. Crazy as ever.

I feel like this has been the most amazing summer of my life. Some summers I have literally been gone on trip after trip and haven’t had time at home, just going going going all the time. This summer, that was not the case. I did have 3 equally spaced out trips. Africa, SWO & a trip to VA. Africa was by far the best, the best part of my life to date. But what had been so amazing to see is the way God has worked in me and around me since I got back. It’s easier to see Him now. Easier to hear Him. Harder to ignore Him. I’ll elaborate more.

For months and months my best friend and I have been praying that her boyfriend would be more open to the Lord. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with church, which I completely understand…a lot of us act like a-holes. But finally, finally, finallyyyy after all the praying and hoping and wishing, his heart was softened and rescued & we have all been to church together a couple times this summer when he has been in town and it’s just so beautiful to see how perfectly things come together sometimes. PTL!

When I was in VA a week and a half ago, I was seriously thinking of moving back to San Diego. I was filling out applications and making tentative plans; I was so ready to go. When I got home and talked to my parents about it, they were semi-supportive but concerned that I wasn’t making a very wise decision (as I was planning on leaving by the 25th of this month, less than 3 weeks away from that day) and so my mom said “well, I am just going to pray that if God wants you to go that He will open the doors so wide for you to be able to do so, and if not…that He won’t” and what do you know, the next day I got a call: my job fell through and my dad was wayyy less excited about the prospect of me living with him for a month or two until I found an apartment. Cool deal, Mom, thanks for the dagger prayers that shot holes in my plans! So I decided to take a giant step back and rethink things, and when I felt like God was just saying “I’ve already told you what you are to do”. Duh me. I know that. God has called me to do big things in Africa. Not to be in San Diego where I can skip work and go surfing or go to awesome shows every weekend. That would be sooo lovely if that were His plan for me, but it’s not in the plans right now. And I have to keep reminding myself that. In this in between time it is hard to hold on to the words the Lord spoke to me in Africa. It’s frustrating to wake up in Smalltown, USA every day longing to wake up in Kijabe & hike down the mountain to see the kids at Naomi’s. But I need to be here for now & take hold of every opportunity that comes my way. Probably more than anything, I need to learn how to be content in every place the Lord places me. Since I obviously haven’t nailed that little lesson down yet.

I was listening to We the Redeemed by Hillsong on repeat tonight & I just love it so much. It was inspired by Exodus 15:13 about God’s promise to lead His people on the journey from Egypt to the Promised Land. It reminds me that I am one of the Redeemed. That my life is a journey, whether I am on the Egypt side of my journey (like right now), where I don’t know when or how I am going to get (back) to the place God has called me to; or whether I am taking a crazy step in life to get to that place orrrr whether I am finally in that place I’ve been promised, looking back on where I’ve come from. I am being redeemed every day. I’m growing to love the Lord and the life & passions I’ve been given more and more each day & I am so glad to be able to say that.

Oh & I also scored a ticket to see Hillsong on Friday & I am soooo stokeddd. šŸ™‚




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