My choice words
01 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Anything. At all.
I’ve felt at a loss for words. Part of it lies in working out a similar routine each week and the other lies in reflections.
Reflections on days like 8 November, which marked a year since I arrived back to the States from South Africa. Though things are moving forward, I still have some tough days. I still have days where I struggle to find a sense of belonging in the place I find myself and where I question God on why Thrive Africa had to close and why my life (and the lives of many others) were turned upside down in the process.
I can’t say that I am any closer to understanding God’s plan in this today than I was at this time last year (though, I am thankful that my emotions are more stable about it at this point). However, I am grateful for opportunities. Opportunities to work, to love others, and to potentially return to Africa (oddly enough, I submitted my application to an organization in regards to the latter on 8 November).
If I had the choice, I probably would not would not have chosen things to work the way they have over the past year and a half. If I had the choice, I would still be doing life in South Africa and (likely) would be about to take my first furlough. But, if I had things that way, I would not have experienced the lessons God had for me this past year or seen His mercy and grace work so greatly. I would not have chosen things to work this way, but in a strange way, I’m glad they did.
