Trusting

(This post is more for myself than it is for anyone else to read. I need an outlet to adjust back to life in Texas, and this seems to be the best fit)

Being back home in San Antonio is a very strange feeling. I think I got a case of reverse culture shock big time when I returned to the states. I've never experienced it before. I love seeing everyone, and visiting, and remembering what my life was like prior to going to Chile. Coming home to my beautiful roommates having movie nights or working out. Or my best friend that always listens and loves. My family eager for my next visit. But the truth remains, I want to be in Chile so bad.

I've been thinking about when I first started trusting Jesus about 3 years ago. I would always pray with the attitude of "if it's your will God, I know it will happen." But before I left Chile, I found myself pleading "please God, send me back here. Don't let this be the only time, the last time." I have faith and trust that God will use me as a tool for His kingdom no matter where I am. And this stems from the idea that my mission field is where my feet are. If I'm in San Antonio, I have to trust that this is where God wants me right now. This is where I will minister and witness and serve until God sends me somewhere else (which I am anxiously awaiting). I know the more I think about Chile and the beautiful friends we made and the community, sometimes it makes me upset to realize that isn't home anymore. But other times it brings me comfort to know that Jesus is still ALIVE and working. Not only there in Chile, but in the entire world. It is by faith that we receive grace, and it is through grace that we may serve. I have to keep reminding myself of this.

My prayers are that God continues to work in the country of Chile, and that even here in the states we be affected by their workers and their ministries.