Remember a couple of days ago when I wrote about trusting God that He would not abandon me where I was, but rather, would sustain me and bring me a little farther yet?
I wasn’t just writing to you when I wrote that; I was writing to myself. I was desperately trying to convince myself that God is faithful. God is wise. God is merciful. God is kind.
That God knows what He’s doing.
Even as I wrote that post, my heart was aching with the emotion of not being in Mexico, of returning to school, of once again taking part in the crazy business that I call my life here at Moody Bible Institute.
And I was having a hard time truly believing that God could really be all that.
I believe it now.
God knows what I need. Really knows what I need.
He knew that I needed rest. He knew that I craved closeness and security in the relationships around me. He knew that I was hungry for His peace and grace.
Every need that I could have listed has been met this weekend. God came through, big time.
My relationships with the women on my floor have grown this weekend. Sleepovers, movie nights, and sitting on the floor in the hallway, talking about life and God and boys and popcorn. Making brownies and sitting around the coffee table, spoons in hand, finishing them off as soon as they came out of the oven. Learning. Sharing. Talking. Laughing. Being.
As He always does, God knew what I needed.
And as He always does, God provided.
I have been refreshed. Rejuvenated. Built up again.
And I’m so thankful.