Without ceasing the waves come crashing in, threatening to take the life out of the beach.
It’s been two years since I moved to New York. Two amazing years. I know, I don’t believe it either – it’s also hard to believe what’s happened.
Yet, somehow – someway the beach is renewed and continues to thrive.
It’s been a fun ride – I can’t wait to see what the next two years bring…
Though the shape of the beach consistently changes, the beach maintains its beauty and fullness; continually adapting to the changing current of the world.
I remember my first moments when I moved to New York City – I remember it just like it was yesterday. I didn’t know anybody, didn’t have a job, barely had a place to stay, but I do remember that I had a purpose: to do what God wanted and follow my heart to serve him.
It’s amazing what two years can bring. Never will two years, again, seem like a short amount of time. It’s exciting to remember how God has worked in my life during the past many months. I’ve seen many things I thought I’d never see or didn’t want to see. Never did I think coming to New York would allow me to experience God in the ways I have.
Never before had I seen strangers accepted as friends, with as little as a simple handshake.
Never before had I seen brothers and sisters fall far, only to be picked up by fellow brothers and sisters in Christ.
Never before had I seen adversaries become friends and truly work through their problems.
Never before had I seen the pain and neglect of the world be triumphed by the gift of love.
New York is definitely far from perfect, but I’ve definitely seen some amazing things happen in the time I’ve been here, however short it may be.
New York has taught me many lessons in such a short amount of time. Most of which is that it doesn’t matter what you have but who you have. In a city of 8 million, it’s really easy to get lost in the crowd and think you don’t need anybody. My friends – you guys – are awesome. I really can’t wait to see what the next two years bring – God is surely with us.
Bring it on.
Without ceasing the waves come crashing in, threatening to take the life out of the beach. Yet, somehow – someway the beach is renewed and continues to thrive. Though the shape of the beach consistently changes, the beach maintains its beauty and fullness; continually adapting to the changing current of the world. Knowing that with each wave will come growth and renewal, the beach rests – waiting for what comes next.