Wait

I find myself immersed in the lines scribbled onto a paper, printed into a novel, spoken by the brokenhearted. I feel myself being silenced, as though I am like Ariel who gives her voice to Ursula to find love with Prince Eric. I walk the streets and live my life feeling as though I am in a haze, drained and tired, super sensitive and missing my loved ones and the fact that I cannot call them anytime I want or see them more than I want, ha ha.
My life is written into poetry and lived out by many; it is remembered by few and forgotten by many.
My hearts cry is lying within the lines of songs rapped out for anyone to hear but no one sees. The cry is faint but the longing is real and true and rings clearer than a blue sky without clouds.
Life is a mystery and confusing and difficult and complicated.
But the constant is Jesus. God, my Father, is forever faithful and forever here. He is my strength in weakness and my portion. He fills me up when I feel like I cannot do it anymore. He is my forever Provider, Sustainer, Savior, Redeemer, Best Friend, and He sees me when no one else can and He sees me how no one else can see me. He is my Knight in Shining Armor. He is the One and only and I must choose to live that truth out on a daily basis.
It is so hard to live life as a missionary.
The expectations and standards are so high and challenging.
But all you can do is live and learn, all for Christ and so others may live!