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Here I am waiting.

It’s been a while since I blogged. I am in Norway, trying to figure out the way ahead in life. It’s been really great to have time to spend with family and friends. Last year I didn’t come home till the end of the year, and I really missed them. It’s good to have people in your life you can miss, because it means that they are important to you.

Sat in my room here at my parent’s house. I’ve looked at maybe getting a job while I wait, but it’s easier said than done... and my heart is to be in ministry. I am in contact with some different options for what I might do, but as with everything, things take time. And while I wait, I just feel the Lord giving me grace to not be so busy for once. To take it slow and savour this moment... because in the big scheme of things, this time is but a moment.

The other day it just occurred to me that I felt really rested and unstressed. It’s been a long time, if ever, since I’ve not felt anything looming in the future or weighing heavily on me. There always seems to be something that I have to do, or prepare, or lives that are on my heart that I am concerned about, or just life with all its details to work out as I walk through it. I wonder how I can remain with that rest in my heart and soul once things start to fill my days again? How can I walk in the rest of the Lord while I’m busy?

I am starting to feel brewing excitement about the future. Excitement at what God’s dreams for me look like. Excitement that He is so much greater than anything I can think of, and His plans are for future, hope, wholeness. And LIFE. Life is so good! I feel alive in the waiting and I know that what lies ahead is also about life, fullness of life.

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