There is something about Europe that you just can’t explain in words.
You simply have to experience it for yourself.
I wish I could paint these streets.
I wish I could take all of this home with me so you’d get to experience it, too.
I wish I could capture the feeling so you would understand why Europe holds the allure that it does.
Maybe it’s the cobblestone streets…
…or the rustic architecture…
…or the towering church steeples that are so entrancingly contrasted again the dark and light green spattering of pine trees covering the surrounding mountains…
…or the eclectic mix of people…
…or the way the dads play with their kids here, which we haven’t seen since we left America.
I mean, it definitely could be the bakeries and coffee shops, since those are absolutely a fabulous perk of being in Europe. 🙂
The funny thing is that every place holds a beauty that is uniquely its own.
Every people group strikes a chord in my soul, and I hear God’s voice whisper to me, “These are My children.”
The love and warmth of Dominican hospitality.
The smiles of the Haitians.
The graciousness of the Thai people.
The sarcasm and laughter of the people we met in Malaysia.
The dedication and sincerity of the Cambodians.
The way the Tanzanians dance.
The fire of our Malawi pastors’ faith.
The voices of the Swazi children, like angels.
And now I’m in Romania, where it’s almost as if you can feel the hope tangibly in the air. The hope for more. The older generation is entrenched in the old ways, and the new generation hopes for greater things.
There is a cry in Europe for more. In comparison to the other places we’ve been, things are complicated here. There’s a simple kind of faith that’s prevalent in rural areas, but here, there’s a great need to look good and have it all together.
Each of us tries to appear that way, and then we learn somewhere down the road that we can’t.
And it’s okay.
The beauty of living in community is you learn who each other is and what every person struggles with pretty quickly, and you deal with each other’s crap immediately, as well.
And it’s beautiful.
Each of us hold a beauty that is uniquely our own.
When God created the world, He “saw that it was good.”
The same goes with us.
God is Creator of the world, and He also created you and me.
He created each one of us and He says, “It is good.”
I don’t even really know what I’m trying to say. Except…even when it’s hard to see the beauty, look for it. Because it’s there. It might be hiding, but ask the Lord to open your eyes to see with His eyes.
Let the Lord whisper in your ear, “I made you, and what I have made, it is GOOD.”
Let that resonate in your soul.
Let that be enough.
Because He is enough.
No matter where you go, no matter the people you encounter, no matter the situation. He is enough.
You are enough, because of Him inside you.
Maybe I’m writing this because it’s what I’m going through. I’ve been sick for the past week, and without God, I’m not enough. Without God, I cannot do anything. I’ve had to rely on Him so much over these past few months. He’s given me ideas, strength, and consistently renewed me. He is so faithful.
Whatever you’re struggling with today, He is faithful and He is all you need!
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
– 2 Corinthians 12:9