In 49 days, I will be situated in Sevilla, Spain for the next 3 and a half months. Right now, I am sitting on a couch, bored. The days are slow and long, but the weeks are pretty fleeting. I'm getting a little restless. I've been restless for the majority of 2015 to be honest. 7 weeks are both so short and so long.
The contradictions are found in my own feelings too; I am so excited, so overjoyed, yet at the same time, fearful. Fear: that natural human emotion that usually accompanies a leap of faith. In my past years of heavy anxiety, that word has the ability to augment itself until its weight is nearly suffocating and all consuming. Through Christ, that word is able to diminish until it holds no meaning at all. In the past couple of weeks, I've had about two bouts of fear about my upcoming study abroad. Both were stagnated pretty abruptly by the Lord. Worrying happens when I leave God out of my thoughts of the future. There is no safer place to be than in the will of God. I have had pretty apparent confirmations that my semester in Spain is the will of God.
When you take a leap of faith, the Lord will take care of you every single step of the way. I've experienced that in my believer's baptism this weekend; God supplied the smallest but most beautiful evidence of his care and affection. He has supplied other evidence of His hand in my Spain affairs: enormous, awe-inspiring evidence in the aspects of finances, relationships, and comfort. He provides; there is no fault in his faithfulness.
In this moment, I’m still sitting on the couch waiting for my adventure. But in my waiting and in my restlessness, I can be confident that the Lord is restoring, confirming, strengthening, and establishing me. In the next 49 days and in the 3 and a half months after that, I will be clinging onto the Lord and living for His name.
"To Him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen."
1 Peter 5
