Most of you know by now that I’m moving back to Austin.
It’s funny–6 weeks ago I was sure that the Lord was leading me into new calling and a new home base somewhere up here in the mountains. I was convinced that Austin was no longer my home, and I was hungry to chase after bigger things and newer places.
Now, with the internship drawing to an end, after much prayer and counsel . . . I’m about 98% certain that Austin is still my home–the only one I have right now–that my community is still there, and that the Lord is going to lead me into all the new calling and the bigger dreams that I could ask for, right there in my home town. But more on all that later.
I’m also pretty sure that He led me up here on purpose, too.
When I arrived on Jan. 4th, having said goodbye to my family; my dear friends; my church; and the streets, landmarks, and way of life I’ve reveled in for 24 years … I cried! And over these weeks, amidst this new abandonment, this fog, this rootlessness … I’ve raised my arms to heaven in supplication, throwing myself fully onto God’s provision and guidance. And because I believed I had left my home for good … I was forced into a deeper faith than I’ve ever needed before.
Know what’s interesting? When I board my flight on Saturday, I will have been gone for exactly 40 days. Yep, no kidding. Just like Jesus in the desert. This has been a season of separation and preparation. A fast, maybe, from the flurry of relationships and activity that marks my life in Austin. A time for my faith and purpose to be tested, and defined.
And without question, I will be returning to Galilee in power.