Glue

I'm the kind of person that likes to

hold it all together.

It's not something I take pride in,

because often it means holding back tears,

or being a leader after I've taken on too much.

But when water gathers behind my eye lids,

and warmth fills my heart

this "glue" sometimes comes undone.

Pride comes undone.

Feelings come undone.

Love comes undone.

* * *

Being 'glue' to refugees

is impossible. 

There are language barriers, misunderstood emotions,

different religions, hard journeys and broken roads (or pasts).

A small feeling of warmth enters my heart,

water wells within my eyes,

and God speaks:

"With man this is impossible, but with God

all things are possible... and everyone who has

left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother

or lands, for my names sake, will receive a hundredfold 

and will inherit eternal life." (Matthew 19:28-29)

So here I am: a melted-gluey-mess.

Spirit, show me where to go, how to speak, how to love.

Whether it's an airport pick-up, a case visit,

an open invitation to hospitality or wearing thin

till midnight... be my strength. 

"Yes, and I will rejoice, for I know that through your prayers and the help of the Spirit of Jesus Christ this will turn out for my deliverance, as it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body..."

 (Philippians 1:19-21)

Pray for me dear friends and family.

God's work is never done, and I'm just a small part 

of a beautiful, messy and wondrous plan to bring all

nations near and afar to worship, love and commune 

with a powerful and awesome God.