I feel like I’ve been saying that a lot this weekend… “How do you feel?” “What is it like?” These and many similar questions have been asked of me this weekend and particularly this weekend. It was my last Thanksgiving, before Guatemala, it made moving seem a bit more like reality; it was the last weekend in the Highland Village campus, so many memories, so many stories… God has done so much in my heart in that building and I am hopeful that He will continue the work He started in Flower Mound and then in Guatemala and then… well wherever the Lord leads.
Tonight JP gave a sweet reminder of the tension we live it with the gospel and the cross, Joy and Grief walking together. Outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly being renewed day by day. I woke up this morning wrestling with the tension only to continue walking in it, I am hopeful and confident. A dear friend reminded me today that God will provide all my needs and take me to the places He has deemed that I go when He has deemed that I be there, another reminded me not to hold on to my own fears, but to give them to the Father. The Father is ever faithful, ever-loving, ever wise, ever good. To know a truly believe brings far more peace than I could ever imagine…. and I am ever so grateful!
But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things and bring to your remembrance all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.
John 14:26-27
