Four Hour Blog Post

I wrote this post over four hours. I was able to see Jesus move in mighty ways.

My student did this. It applies.

Have you ever just felt something and not really understood why? I feel sad right now. I’m not sure why. Sometimes we feel things and we don’t really know why. That’s my case. And, you know what? That’s okay. It’s okay to feel things, even if you don’t know why you feel them.

Anyways, that’s how I’m feeling tonight. And that’s okay.

For those of you who don’t know (that’s a lot of y’all…I forget to tell people things), I’ll be traveling to China and Hungary this summer. I’m trying to travel as environmentally and economically and sustainable and minimal as possible. It’s hard, you know? Like really hard.

Oh, and I’m traveling in a hiking backpack.

And I’ll be gone quite a hot minute.

And did I mention I want I have some food problems and need to bring some food? Oh, yeah, that’s a thing.

I’m nervous. Not like in a bad way, just that healthy oh-my-gosh-I’m-traveling-and-nervous feeling. Flights still bring me a bit of nervousness, but I know Jesus is in charge. Language is language (that means…hard to comprehend when you don’t know it). I do know, still, that Jesus is greater.

And I think that may be the root of my sadness. NOT that Jesus is greater. If anything, that is the encouragement to my soul. The nervousness may be the cause of the sadness.

I’m nervous.

But I still trust my great God.

I still trust that I will be taken care of and I need not be afraid.

I’m thankful for the opportunity to see education and help promote language development.

BREAK.

Can I tell you about my great God?

So I was writing this post. Imagine that, right? Contemplating emotions and things because that’s important. Thinking about family and leaving and nervousness and boxes.

Because someone needed to come pick up boxes.

Then she came to pick up the boxes.

I enjoyed her personality, asked her to stay a bit and chat, but she couldn’t.

Bummer. But our conversation made my sadness a bit better and my joy a bit more. It’s amazing how that happens. Also, she chooses to follow Jesus. There’s something to that, let me tell you.

Skip four minutes forward.

Skip. Skip. Skip. Skip.

I get a message, asking if the offer was still open to stay and chat and what my favorite gas station drink was.

Snapple. Always Snapple.

Then my new friend came! We talked about all good things: life, liberty, the pursuit of Jesus. Giving and sharing. Receiving. Life experiences and favorite animals, family and hobbies. For those of you wondering, no, I didn’t ask favorite color. My saddest regret.

It amazed me. It was like Jesus heard my small prayer and immediately answered. He did. What a mighty, humbling, relational God I choose to follow.

Then the conversation ended because you can’t talk until forever.

Notes.

I’m thankful.

I’m thankful that I serve a God who hears my cry of sadness. Even if I don’t know why I’m sad.

I’m thankful for people who follow Jesus.

I’m thankful for people who can speak truth into my life.

I’m thankful.

Peace.