finding home

The past year and a half since returning to America has been a whirlwind of activity. In it I have left home, yet again, and moved to a place that, though "southern", is not familiar. I am living in what is termed a Metroplex and learning to drive among people who frequently remind me of the self-centered, post-modern culture that is our society. I came alone and have felt alone. I excitedly started studying a subject dear to my heart in an institution that represents a faith bigger than my understanding. Discouragement quickly set in the first semester as I was reminded of the demands of an academic life as well as of the imperfections in people and organizations. Yet through all the activity I have learned to trust God in ways I thought I had already learned and understood. I have seen His lovingkindness towards me, knowing I do not deserve it. I left home and God has given me a new a home. I came alone and have been given a faithful companion to share life with. Through the disappoints and discouragement He has redirected my focus from the frail and fallen to the Everlasting and Perfect. For those who have chosen Christ, this world is not our true home. We are still awaiting that glorious place. People are not our strength or hope. We have a Strength that does not grow faint and a Hope that is everlasting! Blessed be the name of our God and Father and of our LORD Jesus Christ both now and forever more! For His faithfulness is from everlasting to everlasting and His lovingkindness knows no end!