Home is waking tucked between pillows to the light leaking through rain-glazed windows.
Happiness is opening worn pages to favorite passages and finding strength in familiar truth.
Home is omlettes and homemade biscuits and apple butter with the roomie.
Happiness is growing into a language you hope to one day call your own.
Home is the endless stream of motorbikes weaving around your car on the bypass. It’s street food carts and little warungs and rice with every meal.
Happiness is little cafes and dark coffee and rainy afternoons. It’s acoustic ballads in the headphones and doing work you’re passionate about.
Home is the presence of a heart you trust. One that whispers, cease your striving and just be. I take you as you are.
Happiness is knowing that before all your doing, you are already enough.
Home is a meal shared with family from all over the globe because there’s nothing like food and Jesus to bring people together. It’s probing conversation and honesty.
Happiness is here and now and this.
*the other day, a writer friend of mine asked me what home and happiness meant in the context of that day. this piece was the result. thanks josh!
September comes and I hit the ground running.
Day one brings school ministries and lunch meetings and new faces.
Everyday new faces. And trying to remember all the names when most of them are Asian and unusual…I’m getting there.
Day three brings community and new-found family and I knew that very first gathering that I was all in. Happy tears. Grateful tears.
Suddenly I could see how everything had been leading up to this. Because all of my hobbies fall into place here and all of my skills and experience are being called on and this, this is where God has been working to bring me all this time.
It all made sense now.
Suddenly my planner is full and everyday holds new adventures and good food and genuine friendships.
Suddenly meetings are my favorite because when great minds and big hearts get together to dream and plan, amazing things start working themselves out.
I’ve never encountered a community so passionate and creative and infectious.
These people are changing Bali. And it won’t be long before the ripples start reaching other shores. I have no doubt.
Because here the dreams are big and the faith is bigger and impossible situations are simply opportunities for God to step in.
Indonesia has captured my heart.