All Will Be Well

This week I have been listening to two songs on repeat… “All Will Be Well” and “Displaced.” My heart tends to cling to music that tells the truth about what I am feeling and the title of these two pretty well sum me up. This is my first week back after a very quick mission trip to Eastern Europe. I’m in that post mission trip space where I can’t decide if anything really matters. The space where I want to get rid of all my stuff whilst eating all my favorite foods. The place where I keep questions like “how do people walk away from the most loving children I have ever met.”

So this week I’m clinging to the thought that ‘all will be well’ - honestly I don’t completely believe it. I guess I think if I repeat it enough it will sink in. I want so many things to be well… to be able to believe that God is taking care of all the broken pieces of life that seem to be so present. And I can’t shake the thought that I am displaced - that I don’t belong there but I don’t feel at home here, either. It’s the space right before I get comfortable again so I think I need to put up a marker so I don’t forget a few things. So here goes… God does not need me to save anyone - He needs me to be who He made me to be me - no more, no less. He won’t let anyone fall through the cracks. He is healer and provider and He is much bigger than my unbelief.