I am a former lost city soul, found and transplanted to the Canadian prairies where the beating of my heart better matches the pace of a slower life. Forty-four urban years have been cleansed by thirteen years of country air.It is here on the prairies I am learning to lean on His patience as I find myself one again restless in the time in-between time.
I feel like a plane circling the clouds, in a holding pattern until receiving clearance to land; or like a strategically stacked pile of logs and kindling, waiting for a spark to catch the flames.
Day follows night follows day, simple and familiar. There is comfort here. But I know we're not meant to stay in the boat when He asks us to walk on water. We have taken faith steps as we reopened our application for long term mission placement with Operation Mobilization. And night follows day follows night.
The kindling seeks the heat. The soles of my feet itch to feel the water. Soon those small steps will be replaced by giant leaps.
"Soon" my heart cries; "soon".
walking with Emily and the broken but redeemed