If you would have told me 3 years ago that this is where I’d be today, I’m not sure I would have believed you. I wouldn’t have been able to grasp that as truth in the midst of trying to seek joy in the loneliness and dreams unmet.
But then maybe you’d tell me that I’m about to learn lessons I will never forget. That I’m about to see and experience the Lord in a way I could only imagine. That the yearning would soon be satisfied by a deeper understanding of my need for and life in only Christ.
That He would come.
Because He always does.
That is what I was desperately holding on to 3 years ago. Life was different. I was 30 years old, single, and holding tightly to the Lord as I had for many years while I waited. I was waiting for so many dreams and desires to play out in my life. And it was about this time that I was finally learning to grasp all that the Lord was showing me and doing in my life that were for His Kingdom in this long season. My waiting on the Lord had transformed in to waiting with the Lord as I finally began to grasp that He is all I need. That the desires He had put in my heart were truly from Him, but that even if they were never met, He was all I needed. And He was still so good. My heart, though lonely at times, was truly full.
Three years ago, I was heading home from Brussels, Belgium. My team was part of the beginning stages of our church pursuing an on-going ministry relationship with a local Brussels church. I spent the trip photographing a city and people I was falling in love with. I was realizing, again, that I was truly thankful for the waiting. If I had not been single, I probably wouldn’t be coming home from the 6th country I’ve travelled to on mission trips. The Lord is good. And I was standing with a full heart in this truth: the journey of the wait is hard, but SO GOOD.
Little did I know that in a little over a week, this season of waiting would be coming to an end.
I was about to meet the man I was waiting for.