I am realising over and over again how restless I am. I can’t keep my feet on the ground, can’t sit still. I want to be on the move. I want to be away out and free of the issues of daily living in the west. Or maybe even just free of the hassels of living in the UK. I feel alive when I travel. When I’m out on a wing and a prayer and all I’ve got is God in me. When I’m loving others.
Travel is deeply spiritual to me. I experience so much of God when I travel… new sights and sounds and people and places. People mostly. I met some incredible people this summer.
Anatoli has the biggest grin I’ve ever seen.
Tima likes to drive fast on dirt track roads, and yet he’s willing to come pick up a bunch of foreigners and drive for 4 hours in the middle of the night to get us to where we need to be.
Liga, Dima, Vicka… so many kids who stole my heart.
Levi, a man who has the love of Jesus overflowing his heart, who slips in and out of prayer without skipping a heartbeat. I want to have that too.
Jill, someone I should have met a long time ago, who has many of the same questions, issues and struggles as I do.
John and Ali, people with a passion for justice and the Kingdom come.
So many Spark-ers with a love for our own community.
And so many more… I can’t possibly name them all. I am so thankful for the opportunity to travel and to meet people that I have had this summer.
But this restlessness? Is it good? Is it ok? The reality is right now I live in Glasgow, I live in the western world. How do I become someone who lives out their convictions and pursues their passions in a place that stifles dreams, disregards Jesus, and is all about bigger, more, ‘better’?
I’m thinking a lot about what it means to make space in my life at the minute. I think that’ll be another post… but any thoughts?