Unpacking.

Under attack or just the Holy Spirity aching within me? Changing me. Molding me yet again this season.

^{Psalm 27:14
14} Wait for the LORD;
   be strong and take heart
   and wait for the LORD.

COURAGE. This has been our theme for the last 3 weeks and I have realized that I barely have any.

Who am I, Where am I?...South Africa. As we drove home. We drove home... This have only been our home for 5 days. and it is home. Just like the hostel we stayed at before and will be soon again too. Home makes me think of high school, Freshmen year and how I refused to call Green Holly rd home. Because of all the history that lead to it. I thought home was a place you built with memories. Home was something that grew with age and time. Now, however, I can see that it is quite the opposite. Home is what makes you and how, why.

Home is where you learn so much in the midst of these very short periods.

Home teaches you how to do things. Like to love quickly, to love deeply. To take those things that you learned and take them to the next check point to unpack in your bones and carry with you. We become walking antique shops skimming through memories with stories and with memories that are there with no recolection of how they got there.

Home is in each face, each word, each experience.

God is home, and He's making a ruckus...

Be encouraged, be strong and be patient.

Wait for the Lord.