The Return

Living in Beaverton, for me, was like trying to be a vegetarian. There were some good things about it, but by and large I always felt like something was missing. There was a constant feeling of dissatisfaction and a hunger that lingered. The return to Portland feels like biting into a perfectly cooked, medium rare, hanger steak. So delicious, so right. It feels like Steve and I have finally come home. So, what's for dinner tonight? I dunno, but I'm sure it had parents.

More than just being happy about where I live is a peace and confidence that God has placed Steve and me here; He worked miracle after miracle to get us out of our lease in Beaverton and into a fantastic apartment in SE Portland. The way He directly answered prayers regarding the move began to feel almost erie. O how He cares for me, even when I am most undeserving.

I feel this new chapter in my life will challenge my heart and peer through my motives more than any other ministry opportunity I've experienced thus far. I must decide whether I love to serve God because my paycheck obligates me to do so, or simply for the joy of serving Him. I hope it is the latter.