One the way to Chicago, I did nothing but sip my grande nonfat chai latte and laugh. Seriously. Not too loudly, though, because I didn’t want the Laotian man next to me to think I was crazy. Laugh because - hold on - I’m going back to India? God is so funny. I wonder what He was thinking back in December when I left Bangalore absolutely devastated. He knew. He knew that I had to leave to know how deeply I had loved, that I had to return home to identify what I had become, to remember His grace, to fully understand the meaning of home, and to not want to leave...again. I was quite a piece of work for those 8 months, but I wouldn’t have given them up for anything. I laughed because of the incredible sense of peace that I have, and as I meandered through Chicago O’Hare I heard a voice say, “He shall keep in perfect peace him whose heart is steadfast, because he trusts completely in Him”. This is me, and I never want to leave this place. And by place I don’t necessarily mean my geographic location; rather, this place of peace, of steadfastness, of trust.
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