Today I kind of want to run home to Spain. I still have friends there and their beautiful, sunny, warm Instagrams of dear Mijas make me miss it and want to be there with them.
I want the clarity that comes from gazing out over the Med from the look-out and feeling the whispering wind reassuring me of this brutiful life and its choices and struggles and highlights.
I want the confidence that comes from being surrounded by people who believe in me so strongly, who hear God so clearly and profess His heart so boldly.
I want the alertness that comes from the expectation that God is speaking and has something to say TODAY. The quickening of my spirit hearing His spirit and knowing deep in my knower the truth of love and relationship.
I want the passion of a stirred up soul on fire for His Kingdom.
I want to wander the cobblestone streets and stare at the whitewashed walls until my eyes see twinkles and stars.
I want to sit at the edge of the Mediterranean and ponder the mysteries of life. To plumb the depths of soul and spirit and remember again and again that it is okay to be a piece of sea glass, slowly shaped by the ebb and flow of the waves, by the turning over and over on the rough sand and refining pebbles. To be okay with this process and embrace this journey. To enjoy the moments and not always be thinking of the next thing.
But I won’t. At least not today. I won’t run away from Memphis & from what God is doing here. I won’t pretend I’m not struggling with the funemployment and the lack of vocational clarity, but I also refuse to deny all the great things that are happening here.
Maybe I’ll go stare out over the Mississippi to ponder the connectedness of rivers and streams and oceans.
Maybe the clarity will come from conversations from dear friends here.
Maybe the presence so clearly felt in Mijas can, in fact, transcend the Atlantic ocean and international borders and settle right here, at the dining room table.
Maybe that’s why I’m here, why we’re here… to steward all the wondrous things about Mijas and find them in Memphis (or wherever you find yourself today).
Maybe it’s not about a place but about a Person… and finding that Person in today, just today.
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What a lovely beautiful thing Glenalyn. The reminder that Mijas and it’s spirit, and the peace the intermingles between the old buildings and the cobblestones is in us. It’s for us to bring here- wherever we are.
Love you dearly. So grateful to be in this with you.