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Good news and one step closer.

This week I got the good news that I have been accepted as staff at IHOP-KC. I was so excited! Excited about the door continuing open. Excited about actually stepping through the door and into what God has for me there. At the same time it’s a wee bit daunting! Not being a big fan of change I am suddenly having to think about what it’ll be like to move back to Kansas City. Think about the reality of it all. So far it’s been a longing and desire to go back, now it’s actually happening. It’s funny how there are so many different feelings and thoughts involved in stepping into the new of what lies ahead. But I knew I’d feel this way. I’ve lived with myself for enough years (actually my whole life) to know how I deal with change, and I have been through enough change to know that it’s good when it’s God.

I am still not back in the USA, but I am one step closer. The waiting is almost over. Next task is applying for a visa. It’s funny how waiting is a time where so much is learned. One would think that not ”doing” anything would make it a stagnant time, but I find that the waiting has strengthened both my trust in God and my confidence in knowing God and knowing His direction for me. It feels like this time of waiting has been a time of getting a deeper peace which isn’t dependant on external circumstances. A peace which comes from within. A peace from God which truly passes all understanding.
And so I continue to walk. Walking into the fullness of what God has for me, and continuing on this journey He has me on called life.

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