Dear Life, you got me in a tight grip. You have found me tired, droopy eyed, busy, stressed, overwhelmed and excited. You have found me in front of my computer all day and with my family and friends all night. There is a strange feeling in my gut like i'm on top of the world and yet still in a dark cold cave. I'm spending my days working hard raising support and figuring out all the logistics of moving across the world. Trying to get my ducks in row. But for some reason my ducks keep flying away or diving into the pond. I spend my nights having fun, spending time with family and friends, playing games, eating food, watching and movies and catching up. Little time for quiet, little time for rest. There is such an excitement of what is to come. Living and working in Spain, serving my God. I can't wait to build a new home, to make art, learn new things, eat new foods and see new places. I look forward to the day where I can serve my new city. I can't wait to be with my team. But at the same time there is a dark cloud over my head. A cloud of sadness for leaving my family, of fear that we are forgetting to do something important, and of stress of the never ending to do list. Why can't we just have it all? I want rest. I need rest. This is a trying season. Isn't all of life a trying season. Jesus, please come back. In the mean time:
1-3 God, my shepherd!
I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.
4
Even when the way goes through
Death Valley,
I’m not afraid
when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook
makes me feel secure.
5
You serve me a six-course dinner
right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with blessing.
6
Your beauty and love chase after me
every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.
Psalm 23 [the message]
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