Deeply Breathing In...

It's beginning to rain here. The oh so wonderful 3"+ we have been promised is coming our way. The ground is damp but not 25 miles away. I am thankful it is here. It smells fresh and rejuvenating. It's that moment when your soul feels the "ahhh" and all is right in the world. I sit here answering emails and thinking back on how awesome God is and how he brings the rain just when my soul needs it.

Then I read it.

Another bloggers exciting new journey... toward where my heart feels alive. Back towards where we left a little over a year ago. My heart get sad about the landscape that is left behind. I know I have mentioned it before.

My heart is in two places.
Here and there.

Not in the aspect of going back because I know we aren't to. Maybe ever. Only God knows but my heart and I are working on not feeling such longing for the landscape when I read about it other places. Reading about their upcoming adventure though brought to mind a movie we recently re-watched where the same situation was poised. It was asked of the main character, Angus Buchan... Yep, Faith Like Potatoes (ah-mazing movie if you haven't seen it! Go see it now... well, maybe not now, now... but you should see it... very soon!) Ok where was I? Oh yes, the question was poised to Angus about if he loved his homeland so much and was so proud of it why is he there in Africa? This following response speaks so loudly to exactly why we are happy with being here and still so in love with back there that I couldn't write it out better myself. (There are many more hard hitting lessons God has talked to us about for our lives through this story but this one hit home most recently. Every time we watch it God leads us through even more breakthrough for our lives. It's so awesome how he works!)



So, I guess I'm saying... I am a "White African"... that although I love, miss, and long for so much back home I couldn't be happier with exactly where God has us. Crazy how those two feelings fit together so perfectly when they are so polar opposite. I'm proud of where I have come from but God wants me here and I am proud to be here... exactly in His Will and place for our lives.

We are planting potatoes in our lives and expecting and knowing God will bless the crop... dry season or not... and preparing for the rain so we can harvest what he has asked us to plant. I know the harvest will be plentiful and we are staying strong, keeping the faith, in the crop God is leading us to plant. Even if it doesn't make sense to anyone else, it'll grow. It'll be bountiful. Blooming and growing even when no one can see it under ground until it is time to harvest it.

So today (and tomorrow) I will enjoy the rain. Breath it deeply in. I will enjoy the cleansing of the soul it brings and relish on where we are at, even while thinking about what we left behind. Not in a bad way but a thankful for where behind has brought us to. I resolve to attack today with vigor and to soothe the ache for the landscape God called us away from by changing the background on the computer and look at that. Heehee... Whatever helps right? No, in all seriousness I'll attack the long for the landscape look by opening up all my windows here and soaking in every last bit of the scenery here. It'll be just as beautiful, in its own way.