For such a time as this...

Today has been a weird day. Not bad, just a bit weird. Today, a dear friend of mine began her journey to South Africa for the summer. In like two days, another dear friend begins her journey to South Africa and Zambia. About a month ago, a dear friend began her adventure to Mozambique. Another friend is preparing to go to 11 different countries in 11 months and then there is another close and dear friend getting ready to head to Vegas in August and then on the India & Nepal. There are many others heading out on trips, many to Africa, in the next few days. Like seriously, every other post on my newsfeed is either about fundraising for a trip or how they're leaving soon. It's pretty intense.

All this said, I feel as though I need to say a bit more. I am so excited for each of you! I will be praying over you guys and I know, I am positive that the Lord will wreck your life. It's so awesome to see all these people answering the call to missions. I'm down with missions. =)

If I were going back for the summer, I would be on a plane right now. And I think thats where the weird feelings are coming from. The past two summers when I have gone to Africa, it was about this time (give or take a few days) that I was boarding a plane. Whether that was to Dallas or to Atlanta for 9 hour layover. Even sitting here, I feel like I should be packing and buying the random little needed things. But at the same time of this weird feeling, I have a great feeling of peace!

As much as I would have LOVED to be spending my summer in South Africa again, I know the Lord has me here for a distinct purpose. Not too long ago, the thought of being here for a majority of the summer made me sad, annoyed and bit angry to be honest. But the Lord began His work and here I am now. And....He's even sending me back for a bit!

The whole concept of "Being a missionary in your everyday life!" has sort of always seemed like a cop out. Like when people told me that, I wanted to hit them and yell in their face saying "Yes, but then you need to DO SOMETHING! Not just go to work and come home like Jesus never died." But I guess now, I see that being something to tangible, and a bit exciting. I work at a Christian homeless shelter, the Lord can (and already has) to share His word, to show His love and share my story. I also work at a "Christian" daycare. Those girls there know the stories but have yet to give Jesus their all. Maybe the Lord has me there for these next few months to show them what thats like!

So all this rambling to say this...if the Lord wanted me to go to South Africa all summer, I could packed in an hour. But I know thats not where He has called me for now. He's taking me and my sis there for a few weeks, then He's bringing me back to my home for now, then He's taking me back to Africa for a while. I guess the reason that this whole "at peace with being here" is blog worthy is that it's something I've fought ever since July 2010 when I came back from Africa. It's something that I have cried over (oh so, so , so many times) prayed over, complained about, blogged about and ranted about. But now, I can boldly say that I have peace that passes all understanding.

2 Thessalonians 5:24