It’s been thirty-three weeks.
Thirty-three week since I boarded a plane at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France and headed for a city I had never lived in nor been to since my childhood.
It’s been thirty-three weeks, but I remember that moment as if it was yesterday.
I was absolutely heartbroken, crying like a little baby as that plane took off (I’m pretty sure the guy sitting next to me thought I was nuts ha!).
I was unsure of what to expect in this new city and season. I was unsure of what it would be like. I was unsure of how I would like it and how I would cope.
I was so unsure of so much.
Yet, it the midst of that all that uncertainty (and ugly crying), I knew God was with me…
Because He is Immanuel….God with us.
“The Lord himself will give you the sign. Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel (which means “God is with us”).” Isaiah 7:14 (NLT)
I knew that despite my heartache and uncertainty that God was working on my behalf…healing my heartache (Ps 147:3) and setting out a path before me (Ps 37:23).
I knew a piece of me would forever be in Paris…
I knew that God had forged those bonds of friendship and family in Paris.
Yet, I also knew that there was a plan and a purpose in all of what was going on, even if I couldn’t see it in that bleary eyed moment. (Jer. 29:11)
In these thirty-three weeks, I’m pretty sure I’ve cried at least once a week.
In these thirty-three weeks, I’m pretty sure I imagined stealing back to Paris more often than a grown woman should.
In these thirty-three weeks, I’ve been happy, sad, mad and everything in between.
In these thirty-three weeks, I’ve also grown personally, emotionally, mentally and spiritually more than I thought was humanly possible.
And that’s the thing…
The growth I’ve experienced isn’t humanly possible, it’s the product of Amazing Grace.
When we dedicate ourselves to living wholehearted we leave margin in our hearts and lives for God to do the miraculous.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of pressing in to God.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of living day-by-day in trustful obedience.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of learning to see what God sees.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of laying my heart bare at the foot of the cross.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of relinquishing what I think I want for what I need.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of discovering a depth to worship that I’ve never known before.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of seeing the miracle of heart and life transformation growing inside me day by day.
It’s been thirty-three weeks that I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have picked for myself, but that I now wouldn’t trade for the world if it meant I had to give back who I’ve become along the way.
It’s been thirty-three weeks of practicing what I preach…
Living wholehearted as an attitude, an approach to life, a posture that positions everything as a love offering to God…
More than I ever have before…
And for that I am eternally grateful. ♥
Proverbs 3:4-7 (AMP), Psalm 100:5 (NLT), Psalm 37:4 (AMP), Psalm 37:23-24