Archive for June, 2012


, He said. Long ago when I was young and spry and ready to do anything… for myself.

I’m sitting here at the end of an 8:30 to 5:30 work day, reading a friend’s blog. A friend who is not quite a friend anymore, not because of loss of fondness on my part, but because she’s someone different now. Someone who decided to travel the world to see His kingdom come, slowly and patiently. And as I read someone’s writing which I’m vastly envious of, I’m not thinking so much about how I wish I could write like that or about how I want the day to finally end so I can stuff my face with food made lovingly for me. No, I’m remembering one word, slinging itself from the recesses of my mind so that I could remember the call.

It wasn’t the first. The first was, “Come, ” and the results of that can be found in the archives of this very blog. The blank spaces that you see, the weeks when I wrote nothing, those were times filled with forgetfulness. There’s been a lot of that for the past two and a half years.

Naturally, I forgot the word, “Go,” heard first long before I knew Jesus for who He really is, culminating into longing not unlike that of a child for her mother in my freshman year when, well, I was still a child. I took the word willingly, excitedly, and thought of it as far flung into a future that I wouldn’t know for years. Until then, I planned to cultivate it with short-term missions and went to Honduras almost a year ago now.

It was brilliant. You can read about it in the archives. And I’m feeling too lazy to link you.

But even that was done in forgetfulness of the bigger picture, the bigger plan, the massive seed that was still growing in me. The seed that almost shriveled in the face of adversity, which is now blooming so quickly that I’m afraid.

It’s a lot to take in at once, the events of the past two weeks. What they mean, and the things He’s said through them. Can I handle all of this at once? Simple answer: alone, no. Simple (or not-so-simple) solution: Jesus. I’ve a lot coming my way in the next 350 days, a number that looks larger than it is. Time will fly, so will some objects. I don’t expect it to be easy, but I’m hoping to be where I am in my heart or further along the path, not stumbling backwards as I’m prone to.

I’m sitting here, reading, wondering, “Am I ready for this?”



(If you’re wondering about whose blog I’m reading, you can find it here: http://tiffanychen.theworldrace.org/ Highly recommend reading it regardless of who you are.)


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Hope’s House.

I once found a place where I knew I belonged.

And I didn’t go back.

It’s time to change that.

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