Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Carriage Ride

A few weeks ago I was praying with a group of women I don't know all that well (I have since come to know them better), and one of them who was praying over me said, "I see an old-fashioned carriage. I don't know if that means anything to you." This is the image that came to mind. The truth is, I don't know what it means. I only know that I have been praying fervently about a place called home, and if ever I could say I had felt I'd found that place, it was right in this moment, in the middle of (seeming) nowhere, in the middle of God's great plan. Do I see God sending me back to Africa? It would be pretty ironic, since I am the girl who was known to say I only wanted to get married so I'd have someone around to kill the spiders (yes, I have since repented). But maybe. The point is...Home is me in the center of God's will and God in the center of my life. And I'm gonna run like the wind to get there. Even when it feels like nowhere. Will you pray God keeps me strong to run when I see the path, and patient to be still when I don't? I'm praying for you too.

We're goin' home!