I find Jesus round the corners.
I find Him when I least expect Him: when I’m pressed past myself for His sake, and not my own.
It is the glorious mystery that this Man would die for me to live.
I am learning the discipline of faith.
I learned to love Jesus on the mountains of Spain and the valleys of Kenya. I learned to love Him while watching Kenyan prisoners worship and dance, as I listened to Spaniards speak bravely in a language not their own, while working with high schoolers to build a school in Jamaica.
It’s not easy to come home after you have seen the kingdom moving through you and in you for the sake of other people. But the work we’re doing here is kingdom work, too, and how that can be is a glorious mystery.
Keep writing and reading and speaking and preaching.
Keep singing and dancing and strumming and playing.
Keep mothering and sistering and daughtering and friending.
Keep honest and faithful and steady and true.
Keep heart and passion and hope and you.
Keep the mystery close.
Keep the kingdom at hand.
Keep the faith. And keep on.