Once you’ve been uprooted once
it’s easy to forget
that all you need is Living Water
and the light of the Sun to bloom
I can be repotted into any soil
knowing that the plans of The Gardener are never foiled
He will have His harvest
He has come that Garden might become Kingdom
and harvest become choir of voices singing,
“when I was wilting you watered me
when I was growing you pruned
and tended me
and now I receive every ounce of goodness you intended me
You never left me
Oh so thankful
for how you have befriended me”
Me, small seed that knows it must cling to soil
tightly as vines coil round a tree
if I am to grow here
I, in all things
The Gardener knows the soil and the seed
and it is Him
who planted me
“Take me home”
I prayed, as the unmoving plane I’d been sitting in of for an hour that has a problem that the pilot says will be “probably solved” starts to rush down the runway.
When I said home, I meant Madison.
Lord said, “you still don’t get it, yet, do you?”
Right now, as I write this, I am flying home.
And that’s crazy.
Crazy because who am I but a kid from a small town in Oregon? A kid who didn’t even graduate High School.
A kid who up until 4 years ago didn’t actually have a firm understanding of what it meant to be or to have a home.
I made a mental note to myself in New York to journal, asking myself the questions, “How will they receive me? Will they pursue me? How will I react to their pursuit of me?”.
But honestly, I can’t answer those questions yet. Still, the fact that I’m asking them reveals my heart to myself.
I am most curious about how the relationships will go here. Curious of the new ones I’ll fashion. Curious of how they will be held together.
I once had a girlfriend I wrote a poem for and in it I said, “ I want you to come so close our hearts are like the snakes of the Caduceus tethered around the rod that is our God”.
We came together around shared faith. We believed in the same thing.
I think that it is what we believe in- and what we’re willing to do for those beliefs that cultivate a sense of Home.
I have a dear friend in Madison and we believe in Netflix, analyzing film, and trying to learn from things we’ve just seen.
Another playful friend believes in wine and card games.
A 3rd treasured friend of mine believes in beloved quality time and is willing to do almost anything to be with those she loves.
Those beliefs rubbed off on me.
I’ve become a wine drinking, card game playing, film watching, quality time savoring man, and as I fly Home, I’m excited.
Excited to find out what kind of Home awaits me, and how I will collaborate with them in cultivating a Home for everyone.
How will my new home rub off on me?
And how will I rub off on it?
•I’ve moved to Nuremberg, Germany. And I’ll be here for the next 2 years.
•I’ve secured housing.
•working on starting the Visa process.
•This last week has been staff orientation. Good stuff.
•Staff Training for DTS starts August 26th
•Pray I start going to bed at a good time 😅. It’s a 7 hour time difference and my friends don’t wake up till late afternoon so I talk to them late into the night cause I miss them.
•There’s differences organizationally between Ywam Madison and Ywam Nuremberg and it’s an adjustment period for me
•Relational Adjustment. I’m in a new country and continent where I know nobody. I’m the outsider. They’ve made me welcome, but still, I’m the new kid.
•My family going thru some stuff. Please pray for them.
The literal only pic of me I’ve gotten the last 2 weeks haha
St. Lorenz church.