Friday, January 28, 2005

Home.

I Lived in Barcelona, Spain for two months working for the IMB. It was a very good experience for our group of five. We did research for the missionaries that were going to be moving into that area. I had a small knowledge of the language before I went, but being just basically dropped off in the Barcelona area, with our only contact with other missionaries being by telephone, we just had to do our best. It was a streching experience and I didn't love every single minute of it, but those parts that I didn't enjoy made me draw closer to God. I came to a certain point in the trip where instead of leaning on my teammates I let myself lean on God. It took getting away from my team for certain times to have personal time to reflect. At one point I could finally travel on the trains by myself because I understood the schedules. So when the doors went to shut on our train I hopped off at the wrong stop to make my way home by myself. I just looked at my friend Nikki and said, "I'll see you at home." And I hopped off. The look on her face was priceless! That was when I wasn't worried about home any more. Spain was home. It was where God put me for the time. From now on wherever God takes me. That's Home.