Houston = a breathe of fresh air?

"This hill, though high, I covet to ascend;
The difficulty will not me offend,
For I perceive the way to life lies here.
Come, pluck up, heart; let's neither faint nor fear.
Better, though difficult, the right way to go,
Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe"
-From The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan

Wasn't planning to go home until October. Work responsibilities had become overwhelming and I couldn't remember the last time I had slept anywhere close to eight hours at one time. I have had a difficult time finding a "home church" here in Nashville... something that has become more than a little frustrating to me.

Had an urgent need to watch football with my brother, and I wanted to worship without wondering whether a church's doctrine matches what I believe... whether they truly seek to glorify the name of Christ rather than seeking to be trendy and presentable.

So, it was time to step out of the nicotine-filled cloud that is Nashville. Thanks to Southwest Airlines, I hopped on a plane and journeyed home to Houston seeking a breath of "fresh air".

Being home reminded me that our God is powerful and faithful to restore. I remembered where I was a year ago and how He has brought restoration to every area of my life that was once broken. I realized this while having dinner with great friends... I realized it while playing wii (and laughing uncontrollably) with my family... I remembered this while worshipping... really worshipping, in a restored worship center among fellow believers and friends.

Had a conversation soon after I got back to Nashville. A friend asked me what made me decide to move to Nashville. The only answer I could give was, "He opened a door... I walked forward... He provided in every possible way. This is where Im supposed to be for this time. I'm certain of it".

He has certainly been my Provider. Even in the areas where Im still waiting I can rest knowing that He is also intentional in the waiting. I am learning to give up control... learning patience... that I might recognize His best for me.

I never thought that Houston would ever be "fresh air" for me. I never would have believed that home would be a place I longed for. A few people have asked me recently whether Houston might again be a permanent possibility for me in the future. First of all, "permanent" is a word I rarely use. I have no idea what the future holds. I am open to wherever the Lord might lead. For now and for the near future, I am a resident of the Music City.