It's peaceful, he said. And I agreed. I wasn't sure what we were referring to, the evening, the weather, the friends, or the conversation. But I still agreed. It was peaceful.
I've said it a lot recently and I'll say it again: I'm finally coming into my own in this place down here. It was a rough transition. As much as I'd like to say that my heart is so enamored with the culture of heaven that transitioning between earthly cultures doesn't wreak havoc on my soul, I can't. Transitioning between cultures, families, friends, churches, and schools has wreaked havoc on my soul. It does it every time.
Somehow, though, I begin to think that's how it's intended to be. I think it's supposed to be hard, aimed to startle us into shocked attention. A reminder that this world is not my home and that I'm simply passing through. I know that's my life's lesson, it's been prophesied, rebuked, brought to my attention enough times that I ought to know that it's my life lesson. But it shocks me every time just the same.
"Keep the culture of heaven. Do not be inculturated into this world. Do not be an earthly immigrant." The reminders are everywhere.
But sometimes God lets us experience a little bit, a small glimpse, and a tiny piece of our spiritual kingdom. And maybe it looks like the evening, the weather, the friends and the conversation, but really it's His portion of peace and our portion of heaven here on earth.
It is peaceful, I agreed.
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"Heaven is not here. It's there. If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next."
-Elisabeth Elliot
Allow me to take this moment to give a shout-out to KB. Most of you readers are from the great state of New York (Although, Tennessee, you're pulling in at a close second), and most of you will be getting to know my friend KB in a few weeks. Welcome her please. Make her feel at home and in place please. Not so much that she forgets that heaven's her home, but enough so that she loves it there too. But don't let her forget us here, cause we're part of her home too. Anyway, all that to say. Kelly's a great girl, one of my favorite people, and those facts alone are enough to warrant her a great journey into the North Country.
Show her some love.
Oh, and she doesn't eat peanut butter or bread. Silly. I know. What kind of sensible college student doesn't eat the two cheapest staples. . .
Ummm....( soaking in what I just read) I love your blog.
That was supposed to have been HMMM rather than UMMM which makes me sound retarded or as if I'm so empty of words and personality that I would have to think about what to say. Sorry that my mishap caused so much hardship on you and all your readers, Lore.
i would have to say that rice, tuna, and eggs would have to be the cheapest samples of food for a college student. No not together. That would be gross... well acctualy it might not be all that bad. But thanks for posting this blog. it really helps me to be reminded of this.
Oh Lore...how I love thee. Let me count the ways..
Oh...and I love peanut butter...a little too much...I even wrote a xanga post about it. But because of my extreme love for peanut butter, I've had to go on a pb fast. Hard, but necessary.
:)
Hi. This is the fastest way I know of gettin gin touch with you since it is past 11 pm far too late for me to be calling Princess She-who-generally-recieves-my-call-while-sleeps. So anyways, far beyond the firm fact that I carry a great love around in my heart on your behalf, I wish to tell you news from far away. I recieved an email this yesterday that our brother Daniel Guatemala is a father and he specifically asked me to tell you that, please let that warm your heart. You are an aunt of a Guatemalan boy named Daniel Alessandro. Let a love well up afresh for these far away people who somehow remain connected to our inner workings...You are still the only one who can understand the weight of love in this news. call me sometime.
and yeah....where'd the poem go??
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