A few months ago, I praised God for plot twists.*
To my dismay and discomfort, plots kept twisting. And still do.
In September, I hadn’t the slightest clue what Spring 2016 held. By mid-December, I solidified an internship with Red Bus, and anticipated a big, potentially lasting move to Nashville.
Mid-January, weeks before my RBP start date, The Lord blessed me with host families who “adopted” me into their houses and lives.
Praise the Lord, He made a path to start 2016.
I arrived to Nash. Found a church. Found fellowship. Found friends. Almost instantaneously.
But wait. I started Red Bus. Found a family of fellow orphan defenders. Found Faith in the radical love from every person who showed Hope. Found forever–a big word for this weary traveler. Almost automatically.
BUT WHAT. I began to get sick. Real sick. Like coughing and hacking and draining of first my body, then myself: physically, emotionally, psychologically, spiritually.
But Praise the Lord for plot twists: He paves paths every day.
Right now, I’m back at home. Home, home, in the Dallas suburb where I learned to ride a bike.
Same room. Same girl. New woman.
Now Mae, not Mae Mae–a cute nickname Pops/Tim still calls me on occasion.
Transformed by time (3.5 years), space (Waco, Houston, Nashville), and great life events (a Baylor education, a summer in Italy, internships on internships) and even greater people (hey, thanks for making me, Mae).
It’s good to be back. It’s good to be home.
It’s good to unpack and reorganize my life: books, clothes, journals, calendars, with an intent to extend my stay in Dallas, Texas, and America.
I memorized Ps. 23 a year ago. Now it has a whole new meaning:
- The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not be in want. (v. 1, ESV). This makes me a hopeless, desperate sheep, and some Shepherd Man leaves me with zero desires apart from Him.
- He makes me lie down, leads me, restores me, guides me (v. 2-3). To green pastures for rest, quiet waters for hydration. Along paths of righteousness, not a limited A-leads-to-B trail.
- I walk through the valley. But I will fear no evil (v. 4). I don’t run or flee in the valley, but Shepherd Man escorts me out. Or protects me as I visit.
- You prepare a table before me, anoint my head with oil. My cup overflows (v. 5). It’s too good to be true. I make it through the valley and into a Kingdom. On a mountain.
- Sureley goodness and love will follow me, I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever (v. 6). Satan will try to steal me, but God’s grace and mercy follow me. The Loser’s schemes won’t get him to Heaven. I’ll land there. And I will bask in the fullness of the presence of the Lord.
Right now? I’m basking in an awareness of God. From home, Dallas.
One day, on the Best Day Ever, I’ll see Shepherd Man face-to-face. In Heaven, Heaven!
I’ll welcome silly, earthly plot twists, because these paths of righteousness will reunite me with my Shepherd Man. One Day. It’s coming! And I feel giddy!