"His eyes are the Sun and His eyes are the Moon. The Earth is the Lord's and everything in it belongs to You.
His face is not hid from the old folks or the youth, but rather in all that we see, You're in all that we see."
Spending time in Australia and balancing the life I have here with the life I am still connected to back home has taught me one extremely important lesson: God is in everything. His breath is the air I inhale both in Australia and America. His love is reflected in the eyes of all the diverse and beautiful people that walk past me on the streets. His smile is spread across the sparkling stars of the night's sky. His arms are the mountains and valleys that give shape to the Earth. His voice is the wind, the rain, the chirping of the birds, the chaos of the city, and the whisper of the distant ocean. He is everywhere, in all that we see.
I have been blessed to befriend some truly wonderful people on my journey to Australia that have proven this lesson to me. Each and every person carries their own complicated, beautiful story. Every story reveals the unique work of God's hands, and as I listen to the sorrows and joys my friends have experienced, I see God more clearly. I see that he is so good all the time. Even when hearts break, fears become realities, and tragedies sweep in like a summer storm, God is doing something so good. Even when life appears irreparable, his promises stand true. This brings hope and joy and peace in such an overwhelming and inexplicable way.
I have been personally invited by God to go on an unknown, messy, thrilling, beautiful journey through Australia. He brought me here through a series of events I could not have even fathomed at the time. He took me out of undesirable situations and planted me in a new place; a place full of hope and exciting opportunities. He led me through waves of different emotions, allowing me to be put through difficult events one day at a time. And he continues to prepare me to travel down the overgrown and windy path ahead.
Australia is a country of unique experiences. I think God especially designed this earth to be full of complexity and trials so that his creation could toil through the past and move on to a brighter future. Consider Australia's history. The first western settlers were a mob of rowdy convicts. They came with hearts full of bitterness and irreverence, desiring equal treatment and the freedom to live a nice, uncomplicated life. The Australian Earth provided plenty of difficulties that they eventually overcame, at least enough to survive. Australian animals were persistent threats and the ocean was full of deathly dangers. Aborigines posed a "problem" to the settlers, which was unfortunately dealt with in shameful and inhumane ways. The history of the white settlers is by no means graceful or tidy. Honestly, Australia was one big mess. But they have crawled out of that mess, picked themselves up, and moved on to become a fascinating, creative, and prosperous country.
I am likewise a mess. My history is in no way graceful or tidy. I have dealt with problems in unfortunately shameful ways. My heart came to Australia full of bitterness and irreverence. I am a convict, escaping the past and moving on to a brighter future. I am a pilgrim, seeking to process a new culture and evaluate my own. And as I continue down the overgrown path that God has invited me on, I walk by faith that he is planning something good around every turn. I trust that his promises form the ground I am walking on. I believe that He is in everything I see.
This lesson has proved to be an important one so far. The more I see God, the more beautiful he becomes. The more I talk to his people, the more I understand his purposes. The more adventures I go on, the more he reveals himself to be an awesome, powerful, inspiring God. The more he teaches me about history, the more I can trust that he is good and he is at work. The more I write these posts, the more in love I fall with my God.
He's in every blade of grass.
He's in everyone we meet.
He's in all that we see.
I have been blessed to befriend some truly wonderful people on my journey to Australia that have proven this lesson to me. Each and every person carries their own complicated, beautiful story. Every story reveals the unique work of God's hands, and as I listen to the sorrows and joys my friends have experienced, I see God more clearly. I see that he is so good all the time. Even when hearts break, fears become realities, and tragedies sweep in like a summer storm, God is doing something so good. Even when life appears irreparable, his promises stand true. This brings hope and joy and peace in such an overwhelming and inexplicable way.
I have been personally invited by God to go on an unknown, messy, thrilling, beautiful journey through Australia. He brought me here through a series of events I could not have even fathomed at the time. He took me out of undesirable situations and planted me in a new place; a place full of hope and exciting opportunities. He led me through waves of different emotions, allowing me to be put through difficult events one day at a time. And he continues to prepare me to travel down the overgrown and windy path ahead.
Australia is a country of unique experiences. I think God especially designed this earth to be full of complexity and trials so that his creation could toil through the past and move on to a brighter future. Consider Australia's history. The first western settlers were a mob of rowdy convicts. They came with hearts full of bitterness and irreverence, desiring equal treatment and the freedom to live a nice, uncomplicated life. The Australian Earth provided plenty of difficulties that they eventually overcame, at least enough to survive. Australian animals were persistent threats and the ocean was full of deathly dangers. Aborigines posed a "problem" to the settlers, which was unfortunately dealt with in shameful and inhumane ways. The history of the white settlers is by no means graceful or tidy. Honestly, Australia was one big mess. But they have crawled out of that mess, picked themselves up, and moved on to become a fascinating, creative, and prosperous country.
I am likewise a mess. My history is in no way graceful or tidy. I have dealt with problems in unfortunately shameful ways. My heart came to Australia full of bitterness and irreverence. I am a convict, escaping the past and moving on to a brighter future. I am a pilgrim, seeking to process a new culture and evaluate my own. And as I continue down the overgrown path that God has invited me on, I walk by faith that he is planning something good around every turn. I trust that his promises form the ground I am walking on. I believe that He is in everything I see.
This lesson has proved to be an important one so far. The more I see God, the more beautiful he becomes. The more I talk to his people, the more I understand his purposes. The more adventures I go on, the more he reveals himself to be an awesome, powerful, inspiring God. The more he teaches me about history, the more I can trust that he is good and he is at work. The more I write these posts, the more in love I fall with my God.
He's in every blade of grass.
He's in everyone we meet.
He's in all that we see.
"After years of writing, I can't stop writing about Your name. I guess I'm in love with You."
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