There was never a question that God wanted me in New York City this summer.
But here I am, on the other side of the four-day trip, and I am wondering exactly what His purpose was for me there.
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New York was exactly what I expected. Tall buildings, lots of people, loud noises, yellow taxi cabs.
Everyone keeps asking me to "write" about my trip.
We are all used to life-changing mission trips. Where amazing things happen, you learn profound lessons, you see life change.
To come home from a mission trip, with great experiences but no mind-boggling revelations... is a new phenomenon.
But isn't that the way life is?
Sometimes, the Father just wants us to be present.
To attend.
To do His work without immediate, or obvious, results.
To work and be obedient.
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He is teaching me lessons about my heart.
About how to work with people who are different than I am.
About how much I love the people I am doing life with.
About how far a smile can go.
About how much work He has done and will continue to do in me.
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Right now, I can close my eyes and see the towering buildings. Dizzy and reflective against the sky. I can hear the honking horns and the sounds of thousands of people shuffling down the street. I can feel the wind that hits your body just a few seconds after the train flies by on the underground track.
I can see the face of a photographer in Union Square, hear the laughter of a homeless man from Jersey, and feel the heaviness that hung in the air around Ground Zero. I can smell the honey roasted nuts and the hot dogs and the mountain of trash that gets piled on the curb at the end of the night.
I tried to count how many granola bars, water bottles, and packs of gum I passed out over the four days I spent in NYC. How many pies I cut at the Bowery. How many people I smiled at on the corner of 96th and Amsterdam.
I will never know just what our work did in the city of New York.
But that is not the point.
He told us to go.
And we went.
And He will continue the good work He began.
Because He is faithful.
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