I moved to South Africa this week.
Last weekend, our church had a conference, I was to leave on Sunday, during the morning service.
On Saturday night, we had a worship night, and it was hard for me to concentrate with everything going on in my mind. I wasn’t done packing – I would be leaving the next day – when I arrived in South Africa I would be back after 2.5 months, but my class mates would all be gone, how would that be – would it actually be as good as I had been anticipating – I was settling in in Norway, and feeling more connected to the place, the people and my church than ever – so many things I was thinking about while trying to be in worship.
And I suddenly felt panic! What am I doing?! I will miss everyone in Norway, and it’ll be different when I come back to SA.
Then I remembered to pray (yeah, missionaries also need reminding), and I gave it all to God, I remembered to thank Him for who He is, even though I couldn’t see what I was thanking Him for.
And I felt peace.
God reminded me, that He was where I am grounded.
He is my foundation.
He is always going to be with me.
And I could thank God in earnest.
The next day on the plane I was still asking God about this, because I realised yet again that anywhere I go, people aren’t going to understand the other part of my life, I’m sort of alone in this journey.
And again He reminded me.
This time of one of my favourite passages in the Bible and one that is really true in my life.
Jesus said, “Truly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or lands, for my sake and for the gospel, who will not receive a hundredfold now in this time, houses and brothers and sisters and mothers and children and lands, with persecutions, and in the age to come eternal life.”
And it’s true, I might have left everything behind, but I have also gained so much.
And in all of it, Jesus has been my centre and my foundation.
I am grounded in Him.