FINDING HOME.

Object is much easier to redirect when it’s moving.

I saw that twice today. First was from a blog of a missionary in Thailand. Second was from a missionary’s blog as well; uhmm. Guess what? She’s also located in Thailand.

I always believe that there is something in REPETITION. When God wants to say something to us, he would regurgitate it many times until we get His point. Same thing goes with the Bible. When a word or phrase is being repeated many times, it’s safe to assume that that might be the CENTRAL MESSAGE of the whole text.

I love how God is showing His ways to me. I know things are being unfolded little by little and I can’t wait for the time to come when I get to grab my bags and shoes and fly somewhere to do missions. I know it’s easier said than done. Leaving home is not easy. I’ve left my family twice: once was when I decided to attend Missionary Training Institute in APTS, Baguio City and second was when I took my Discipleship Training School in Ywam-Baguio. Leaving left my heart broken. I have to say goodbye to my cozy room, to my ever-supportive church, to my wonderful friends, to my loving boyfriend and to my sweet family—TEMPORARILY.

Those momentary times seemed forever. I counted the days. I counted the hours. I started crossing the dates off my calendar. I was longing for home.

But there was something that inspired me to keep going. New wonderful friends I got for myself? Well. Uhmm. Maybe. Breathtaking places and scenes? Well. Somehow.  But there must be something else. And yeah, there was.

It was the calling inside that pushed me through. You know that feeling of JOY amidst the pain? Or the gladness amidst sorrow? It feels like that. Despite the pain, the sadness, that homesick feeling, the difficulty of washing the clothes and comforter using my bare hands, the language differences, misunderstandings with classmates and others; I STILL FELT INSPIRED.

I FOUND HOME AWAY FROM HOME.

I think that’s gonna be my fate.

Few months from now I am seeing myself being “home” again: reunited with sorrows, with homesick feelings, with sadness and pain. My feet are willing to take that leap of faith for the sake of reaching out to the world that is deeply blinded by the Enemy. With my pen on my hand, camera clinging on my neck, His Words in my heart, Holy Spirit inside me and Jesus beside me; I know I can make a difference in this world.

With eyes blind-folded, I will start walking by now and just let God stir and direct me in the path he wants me to walk on.

I know God, you will make a way.