Deep. Full. Wild.

Deep. Full. Wild.

This is the life that I've been beckoned into. I am utterly astounded as I walk through each day--each hour, really. I am humbled by the grace of opportunities and awed by His exquisite, hand-crafted timing.

While talking with my mother this evening, I started listing the "home" countries of people I spend significant time with every day of my work week: Kazakhstan, Chile, Honduras, America, Mexico, Venezuela, Gabon, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, Brazil, Columbia, Libya, and Morocco. Every. Single. Day.

I never wanted or planned to teach English as a second language again. I am tired as hell. I live to see my students smile and feel like a failure when they don't. I fought against Houston with all my soul and might. But tonight, during a bi-weekly three-hour beginning reading class, I almost started crying as I looked out over the classroom and caught a glimpse of the Kingdom of Heaven.

I don't know why I get to do this. But I do know that for the first time in months, I am able to sincerely ask Jesus to use me however He sees fit, and to beg that somehow as His dearly loved daughter, I can imitate that Great Love that gave Himself up for us.

Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
(-Ephesians 5:1-2)

For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision has any value. The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.
(-Galatians 5:6)

Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life....
(-Philippians 2:14-15)