There are certainly seasons of life where the DFW airport feels a bit like home. In and out. Stay for a meal or two.
I’m currently on my way to North Carolina for 10 days. Attending some classes for (hopefully) the last time. While sitting in class all day certainly isn’t cause for giddy excitement, I am always thankful for the opportunity. To learn. And to be reminded that there are countless individuals across the country who are like-minded in their desire to see God’s Kingdom grow.
I read something the other day that felt profound. “[Christian worship] marks us out as and trains us to be a peculiar people who are citizens of another city and subjects of a coming King” (Desiring the Kingdom, James K.A. Smith).
Peculiar people.
Citizens of another city.
Subjects of a coming King.
I love that.
I love being reminded of that as I sit in trendy DFW wearing would-be joggers, tennis shoes and sporting my frizzy hair and make-up-less face. Peculiar. A citizen of a city that is not in this country. A servant to the King.
What a relief.
Life has been a bit of a whirlwind lately. We got back from Costa Rica and tried to catch up on all that we had missed. In some ways, leaving the farm feels like it happened years ago. Just a few days after our return we bought 12 chicks. And I took a new job (at camp). I actually start tomorrow– while I’m in class. It’s pretty fitting for my life.
When we realized Costa Rica wasn’t for us, I felt like I had to do some deep soul-searching. A part of me was hoping that we would go and realize that this was our calling. Most of me knew that wasn’t going to be our reality. But, when our answer was a clear no, that left me wondering: what does that mean for me? It had been 6 months of not really knowing where I belonged and I was beginning to question what I was even good at. What could I possibly have to offer?
These are the lies we believe in some of the darkest of nights.
These are the words that too quickly become our reality.
In just a moment, the thief steals, kills, and destroys. And we let him.
I’m ashamed to admit that I spent too much of my 3.5 weeks in Costa Rica halfheartedly battling the attacks. I felt like the things I was most passionate about were the very things that I believed I was worst at. Insecurity rose in my throat often, fear gripped the corners of my eyes. Tears threatened my conversations and I found myself retreating to a place that is all too familiar. A place of self-sabotage. It’s easier to believe that I can’t do anything than to believe that I might be able to and then fail.
Today I am reminded that any talent I have been given isn’t mine to hoard or to waste. It isn’t mine to determine where, or when, or how it ought to be used. It is only mine to steward wisely, to hold loosely, and to trust freely.
We started the New Year off with a Dunk Tank.
It was a symbolic gesture to communicate that we were all in.
Willing to take a plunge into unknown territory, to devote ourselves to the leading and teaching and training up of our staff to being disciples of Jesus Christ. Willing to do something crazy (and potentially stupid, since it was dead winter and the water sure wasn’t warm). Willing to do something with others who aren’t afraid to take the same risks.
These are just a few reasons that I have loved working at camp.
And so, as I step into new role, I’m all in.
All in, despite my fears of failure or inadequacy… I’m reminded over and over again that I am a part of a ministry that proclaims the Gospel of Jesus Christ. In this, there doesn’t need to be fear, or worry, or failure. There only needs to be the constant reminder to lean into Jesus. To trust Him in all my brokenness, that He is sufficient. That He is the the King whom I serve with delight.
I get to live all in because of what He has done.
May I not forget it.
May I be the most peculiar of the people, a citizen of a world that is not the one in which I physically dwell, a subject of The King. And may the way we live radically transform the world in which we do reside. May we bring hope. And joy. And peace. And light.
May we be all in.
No matter where we are, or what we do… because of what He has done for us.
Because, together, we serve The King.
–Revelation 7:9-10–