"Longings" is the best word I can come up with to describe what has been going on in my heart this summer.
As each week is passing, I feel like I am coming more and more alive in this *new* culture we are living in (yes, I was born and raised here, but so much has changed, and I've lived away for so long). God has been stirring up joys, passions, and longings that have kept me verbally processing with a close friend during our weekly FaceTime phone dates.
On a Sunday morning when my husband plays his guitar and leads a local group of believers in corporate worship (like in the video above), my heart rejoices and longs at the same time for him. I see him monthly growing in this spiritual gift he's been blessed with, and can't wait for what God has in store for him. I don't know what it is or when it is, but each time he leads, my heart is reaffirmed that this path we are walking in faith is what we're supposed to be doing.
During the week as I tidy up the kids toys in their play area, or adjust to cooking with someone else's things (ladies, you know what I'm talking about, there's nothing quite like your own kitchen items), or tuck my son to sleep in his currently purple room, I long for the day to come that we are once again in our own home. I dream of my home with four bedrooms, one for each kid, one for us, and one for any guests visiting or local people needing a place to stay. A home with a kitchen window overlooking a backyard, so I can watch my kids play outside in the sunshine (our old home didn't have a kitchen window, or really a backyard...). And it will be like Christmas getting to open up all my kitchen things. Who knew a woman could love her silverware, pots, and dishes so much? :-)
Needless to say, these things are challenging to talk about. The last six weeks (since my last blog post), I have been pondering how to put into words some of these thoughts & emotions. They are not easy to verbalize, and don't fit quite into the normal "this is how we're seeing some awesome things God is doing!" update. Yet He is doing some great things. Some of them tangible, some of them only heart stirrings.
The friend I weekly try to FaceTime with (she teaches English in Europe) shared with me something she has been learning... to ask "What is God calling me into? What is He inviting me into?"
Then this last Sunday, our pastor put before us the question, "In what ways am I making myself available to hear from God?" (and I might not have gotten the wording quite right, but that was the gist of it)
I have loved walking alongside Nathan as we've served the Lord together for almost six years now (whoop-whoop!). This has been an exciting, long, painful journey of seeking what is next. And day by day walk into the unknown in some ways. Some days are filled with so much joy. Some days have tears and anxiety. And some days are both joys and longings for what the Lord is going to do in our lives next.
I am near family. I have been weekly reconnecting and spending special time with my parents, sisters, and grandparents that I have lived long distance from for so long. I have two healthy, energetic toddlers, and a humble, godly husband who is working so hard to provide for his family.
God is faithful to provide, He has been faithful to lead, and He continues to be faithful in working in our hearts. These longings remind me of the woman Hannah in the Bible who longed for a child, or the Hebrew people who longed for their own land, or King David who longed after God. So I will keep on taking these longings right back to Him. I will daily ask Him to open doors for us. He is our Hope.
Will I laugh during these fun family memory-building times? Will I give God praise at the very visible, very tangible ways we see Him taking care of us? Will I rejoice with friends who are seeing answers to their prayers? Will I sit and soak in His presence and peace during the quieter times? Yes yes yes and yes.
Will I long for our future, to see my husband once again daily using his gifts of musical worship, teaching, and discipleship? Will I long for my dream home? Will I cry on days that are hard? Yep, and sometimes it's all of those things on the same day... :-)
The best way I can say it is that this is a sweet and painful journey all at the same time.



