This past St. Patrick’s Day weekend I found myself walking the streets of New York City just as I did ten years ago to the date. In fact, St. Patrick’s Day is the only time I’ve ever been to New York. One day, I hope to be there in the fall and receive a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils.
This trip was different than the last ones. I didn’t go for a journalism conference as I had done in years past. I didn’t go to be a tourist or even for work. I went because God said to go.
While I am not ready to go into full detail on what New York is and what it means, I did want to post about it to remember. To remember that He is moving. His Kingdom is everywhere. And most importantly for me and in this season of life, obedience includes suffering, joy, celebration, growth, pain, fulfillment, excitement, anxiety, anticipation, and relief. It can mean a whole heck of a lot of things that I sometimes forget.
And I am ever so grateful for His Love and that He has invited and sent me out to follow Him.