I've been in Seattle for 4 months now, and it hasn't been easy to begin again in a new place. @instagram, whilst a revolutionary platform for community and creativity, will still tend to be a curated highlights reel of a life. I have actually stood in dry bones here - my own doubt of God's goodness, a faithless fear that though He called me here He won't provide for me here, and overwhelming homesickness. I find myself constantly sick because my body hasn't taken well to the stress of all the newness. The truth that we experience intimacy with God in the deep places has always been the dominant theme of my life even before I moved here. Every word I've written says the same thing - the shattering truth of God's desire to seek intimacy with us is not well served by weak sentimentality or an appeal to emotion, but in the wilderness of trial. When the war is raging, the water is deep and the bones are dry, fuzzy feelings of God won't guard your heart from the torrent of fear or doubt. It is precisely because of the dryness I've felt here that I went hunting for the Fountain to satisfy my thirst. God is waking up a reckless, raging confidence that comes from knowing that I am seen by Jesus with a gaze of infinite tenderness. He is waking up the trust to sing that He is good in the darkness and faithful in the storm. He is the fountain of satisfaction and the true Home for my soul. (at Seattle, Washington)
