15 March 2015

O For Grace To Trust Him More

And so it ends much like it began: sitting in Heathrow airport, with an iced americano and my laptop, writing a blog post that will attempt to unpack my recent experiences, which will, no doubt, be difficult to accomplish in the short amount of time before my next flight.

In the weeks leading up to this trip, I had been listening to the old hymn "Tis So Sweet To Trust in Jesus" on repeat. I couldn't help but believe, both that I had seen this to be true, and that I would continue to see the truth of the words ring out in my life.

Over the seven weeks of travel, I listened to it a few more times, each time struck by the verse:

  • Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
    Just from sin and self to cease;
    Just from Jesus simply taking
    Life and rest, and joy and peace.

  • When I landed in Nairobi on Saturday night, I began to cry. (If you have been following along during this trip, I'm sure you're shaking your head and saying "Classic Allison!") I wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to Kitale--to the people I have loved for years, to the Precious Kids that I had fallen in love with over the last six weeks, to the women I have slowly built new relationships with that, I'm certain, will only deepen in the years to come.

    Then, yesterday, as I sat drinking a final cup of coffee, I heard a familiar song playing over the restaurant speakers...you guessed it: Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus...

    And I fought back tears as I sat there and felt--and knew--that this was one small way that God was saying to me, "Just as I have been faithful through this entire process--the years you tried to get back to Kitale, the months you wrestled to find out what I was doing as the life you'd built and grown used to began to slowly fall away, the weeks you spent searching for the next right step in the trafficking fight, in the seemingly instantaneous moment when so many pieces came together, in the moment you said goodbye to Kitale and began to process the reentry to Orange County life--just as I have been close, and at work faithfully orchestrating these plans I made for you before you were born--I will continue to be faithful in all of the moments to come."

    And so my heart continues to sing...
    Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
    How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er; 
    Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
    Oh, for grace to trust Him more!

    1 comment:

    Julie Hibbard said...

    Welcome Home...I mean, welcome back. I have a feeling you're not sure where home is at this point. I love you. Hope to catch up with you in the next few days. I love you. I'm proud of you. I'm praying for you.