Dreams of home...
Eternity in our hearts. Hope unseen. The already not yet Kingdom of the Lamb.
Where does this lead.
Here I groan to be clothed. And things aren’t right. I dream of home.
How do we grow this eternity within us. How do we live in it, hope for it. Expect it.
How do I peer into the darkness, and make out the shapes of hope. Find my way home.
Looking to the place where the sex trade won’t exist. Where kids won’t have HIV and a father’s love commands the child, not his fist.
Where does the pain of life melt into the river of new life? Where does starving find its end? And poverty’s hand released?
I’ll find it all in You.
Jesus.
Eternity.
Kingdom.
Tears wiped clean. Promises kept. Coming and staying.
The great Kingdom of the Poor. The great Kingdom of the Lamb.
Entrusted in this frail heart?
Planted within us, growing up among us. The hope of new life for my friends and myself.
For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven inasmuch as we having put it on will not be found naked.
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I welcome you, into this struggle that seems to follow me through every corridor, hallway, waking moment. My struggle for Home. The one in which I grasp and cling to hope, aching for the Kingdom and a Savior who is in fast pursuit of our very lives. Hope against the evidence living before me, that things will get better, that my steps slice through darkness, and the Kingdom of God is growing up in the most unlikely places.
It has been a busy few months with my team of 6 arriving almost 2 months ago. It has been my great joy to watch them discover. They are six sets of hands and feet bringing me new perspectives, adventures, brokenness, and laughter. It’s beautiful to watch them taste, drink in this new culture and breathe with the lungs of new transformation as God breaks them open. I see them discovering the growth of the Kingdom, among the cracks in the city’s broken walls. They indeed help me rediscover …
The ladies as Sari Bari continue to amaze me. They are my tangible hope. Even on the most broken of days, their touch softens me. Their presence reminds me of the Kingdom promised, the Kingdom at hand. I wish you all could come and experience this beautiful place for yourself!
In just 10 days our entire staff, my team, and I will be heading to Nepal for our first regional retreat. Please remember us as we travel and join together with other WMF communities in our region to reflect, pray, and retreat. It will be a much needed time away and we’re excited to have ten days of cool weather too!
We are also entering into the Hindu holiday season here, and with it comes busier streets, crowded metros, giant constructs to celebrate their idoled hope. Please hold us close during this season, as the spiritual climate intensifies. Also I ask that you pray on behalf of our community. Please pray for peace and grace and forgiveness to cover us as we learn how to love and serve and communicate with one another, as we face our own darkness and brokenness.
I certainly see that God is growing me, revealing me, unraveling me. I try to grasp and cling, only to realize I’m grasping at myself. I see that only dressed in Christ’s mercy and love will my strength remain. I believe I am losing my faith…faith in myself and the strength I’m convinced I maintain.
May God continue to plant his Kingdom within. Setting me free to imagine and dream and live for something I could never create with the strain of my own hands. A journey of transformation, a hope of fullness yet to come.
May we all continue to dream of Home, where the warms lights of welcome burn for us to arrive.
Much love to you all, you are missed and loved.
beth
For the love of Christ controls us. And one died for all so that we are no longer controlled by ourselves.
Where does this lead.
Here I groan to be clothed. And things aren’t right. I dream of home.
How do we grow this eternity within us. How do we live in it, hope for it. Expect it.
How do I peer into the darkness, and make out the shapes of hope. Find my way home.
Looking to the place where the sex trade won’t exist. Where kids won’t have HIV and a father’s love commands the child, not his fist.
Where does the pain of life melt into the river of new life? Where does starving find its end? And poverty’s hand released?
I’ll find it all in You.
Jesus.
Eternity.
Kingdom.
Tears wiped clean. Promises kept. Coming and staying.
The great Kingdom of the Poor. The great Kingdom of the Lamb.
Entrusted in this frail heart?
Planted within us, growing up among us. The hope of new life for my friends and myself.
For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven inasmuch as we having put it on will not be found naked.
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I welcome you, into this struggle that seems to follow me through every corridor, hallway, waking moment. My struggle for Home. The one in which I grasp and cling to hope, aching for the Kingdom and a Savior who is in fast pursuit of our very lives. Hope against the evidence living before me, that things will get better, that my steps slice through darkness, and the Kingdom of God is growing up in the most unlikely places.
It has been a busy few months with my team of 6 arriving almost 2 months ago. It has been my great joy to watch them discover. They are six sets of hands and feet bringing me new perspectives, adventures, brokenness, and laughter. It’s beautiful to watch them taste, drink in this new culture and breathe with the lungs of new transformation as God breaks them open. I see them discovering the growth of the Kingdom, among the cracks in the city’s broken walls. They indeed help me rediscover …
The ladies as Sari Bari continue to amaze me. They are my tangible hope. Even on the most broken of days, their touch softens me. Their presence reminds me of the Kingdom promised, the Kingdom at hand. I wish you all could come and experience this beautiful place for yourself!
In just 10 days our entire staff, my team, and I will be heading to Nepal for our first regional retreat. Please remember us as we travel and join together with other WMF communities in our region to reflect, pray, and retreat. It will be a much needed time away and we’re excited to have ten days of cool weather too!
We are also entering into the Hindu holiday season here, and with it comes busier streets, crowded metros, giant constructs to celebrate their idoled hope. Please hold us close during this season, as the spiritual climate intensifies. Also I ask that you pray on behalf of our community. Please pray for peace and grace and forgiveness to cover us as we learn how to love and serve and communicate with one another, as we face our own darkness and brokenness.
I certainly see that God is growing me, revealing me, unraveling me. I try to grasp and cling, only to realize I’m grasping at myself. I see that only dressed in Christ’s mercy and love will my strength remain. I believe I am losing my faith…faith in myself and the strength I’m convinced I maintain.
May God continue to plant his Kingdom within. Setting me free to imagine and dream and live for something I could never create with the strain of my own hands. A journey of transformation, a hope of fullness yet to come.
May we all continue to dream of Home, where the warms lights of welcome burn for us to arrive.
Much love to you all, you are missed and loved.
beth
For the love of Christ controls us. And one died for all so that we are no longer controlled by ourselves.
**picture taken by the lovely Kristin Keen.**
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