my mom in her very first visit to the States (Nov 2010)
It was kinda a rough weekend
It's specially on Sundays when it hits me
As many of you know, I'm from Argentina
All my family and friends are there
Most of my life's memories are there
Childhood friends, high school friends, church friends
Everything
One of my favorite memories is our family get togethers on Sundays
My brother would be in charge of grilling some awesome meat
while the rest of us would be playing cards, laughing and being funny
We've been here in the States for almost three years
I thought at some point it would get easier
But I came to the realization that it doesn't
I miss my momma, my sister and brothers
I miss my 7 nephews and nieces
Uncles, aunts, cousins that have been my best friends
That's when loneliness tries to hit hard
(It's always funny to see how you can be surrounded by people and still feel lonely)
But all it takes is to look up
To remember those words that are sweeter than honey
that whisper in our ear
" I'll never leave you, nor forsake you...
And remember that I am always with you until the end of time."
Loneliness can't stand the power of those words
It cant stand the power of Love
All of a sudden I realize
that I've never been alone
Because Your Presence has never left me
Even when I let go
You never let go of me
So today I can, once again say
I'm AT HOME
I'm where I'm meant to be
because Home is wherever You are
and You're right here with me
That's when I look around again, and this time I can see
the amazing people that surround me
This is when the well from within starts flowing with living waters of
joy, peace, love
and I can rest
and I can smile real big
and I can trust
I can laugh
I can be thankful
and I can sing
Here's the Lyrics of one of my favorite songs by Kristene Mueller "Trust"... Enjoy!
It's the sweetest thing
To trust you
Just to know
You got everything under control
It's the sweetest thing
To trust you
Just to know
You got everything
And You are making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be shaken
Well You are making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be moved
High up on a rock
Looking out at the horizon
Watching as the storm rolls in
Wondering if my heart will survive it
As the waves crash all around me
And can't remember what it feels like to be free
I know You're making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be shaken
Oh You are making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be moved
You say, I've got you my baby
I've got you
It's quite the mess you're in
But it's nothing Love can't fix
So sit here upon my shoulders
And watch as it all unwinds
To trust you
Just to know
You got everything under control
It's the sweetest thing
To trust you
Just to know
You got everything
And You are making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be shaken
Well You are making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be moved
High up on a rock
Looking out at the horizon
Watching as the storm rolls in
Wondering if my heart will survive it
As the waves crash all around me
And can't remember what it feels like to be free
I know You're making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be shaken
Oh You are making me a mountain
Making me a mountain
That cannot be moved
You say, I've got you my baby
I've got you
It's quite the mess you're in
But it's nothing Love can't fix
So sit here upon my shoulders
And watch as it all unwinds
Have a lovely Monday, my friends!!! =D
xoxoxo
2 comments:
Boy do I love you friend!:)
I love this post so much. It is so encouraging and I can totally relate. In a sense, I am stuck between two homes. Africa feels like my home and I miss it so much, but I am American and America is my home too. My 'home' church is here, my childhood best friends are here, I fit in the culture here, it is 'home.' But I love Africa with all my heart and the people are amazing. It feels like my home. In some ways, I love Africa more than I love America...but I don't fit in either country which makes things complicated. I often get homesick for Africa, even though I am technically home in America. I am like a misfit...but one thing God spoke to me, and something that I find so much comfort in, is knowing that He is always with me and 'home' is His presence. I am always welcomed and loved and always home when I am with Him, which is all day every day, so I don't have to worry about anything and worry about not fitting in. The Cory Asbury song "Where I belong" speaks so much to me. 'I've finally found where I belong, in Your presence, I've finally found where I belong, to be with You.' So yeah, I totally agree with what you say and I loved this post because it encouraged me so much.
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