Hello 2019!

Time for the word of the year.  

I struggled with accepting this year's word of the year.  Probably because last year's brought such significant change.  But, you know what else it brought, peace.   It brought peace because as the year unfolded, I was reminded that God gave me that word for this year.  He knew the year.  He knew the changes.  He know how upside down everything would feel.

Late December, I felt like my word would be HOMELESS.   I didn't like it!!!   I was in homelessness already and it had been hard....BUT I know that I am truly in the most beautiful of homelessness.  We have a beautiful home to hide in until we have our own.  Everything we want and need is available to us.  I wake up to a beautiful view and go to sleep with the light of the moon reflecting off the earth.  This is where healing has happened for us.   But, I don't want to be here....here, as in this position.   I don't want our friends to have to sacrifice to take care of us like so many have.   I want permanency where my kiddos can take root....or at least learn to take root.   Our time in HOMELESSNESS has certainly been healing!   This community has been beautiful!  The children are renewing friendships.  We are on a first name basis with the folks at the library.   They have trusted adults in their lives that have loved them for years.  BEAUTIFUL!

The more I thought of the word, I saw it backwards.   I thought, maybe God will reverse our homeless title.   And we do see that for this year but I think there is more to it.  

Ministry is different in different places.   In Haiti, my responsibilities had me away from our home part of the day.  So when I finally got home in the evening, I was done.   Our home was a haven for me to rest and hide from the world.   God has challenged me to reexam my perspective of HOME.   

God says, "So, you want your own home?  What are you going to do with it?"  

So here's to my year of unwrapping homeless...sselemoh  

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