Oh Where I Want To Be

I want to be in the thick of it

filling vans to bursting with food and paint

relying soley on God's Great Word.

I want to be driving on empty

always praying that I'll keep moving

just so I can rejoice in God's continual provision.

I want to be in the beauty

because where else are there seven peaks

so beautifully framed?

I want to smell the beauty as well as see it.

smell the sage brush and fry bread and feel my eyes sting from the smoke

so that I can remember the beauty and brokenness side by side.

I want to watch the dances

see the regal elders and the learning children

and watch them all be full in their identity.

I want to watch the community come together and be a tribe

instead of the individualistic society

that we're surrounded by.

I want to hear the children call out that the

"church people" have come once again.

I want to keep my promises.

But God has put me on a mountain in the middle of rural Georgia

with professors

fellow students

and a church family.

I know without a doubt that this is where He wants me right now.

Brokenness lurks here as well no matter how much I'd like to think it doesn't.

He has shown me horrors here that I never thought I would encounter

and never would have found if I hadn't gone looking.

Praise His holy name

for knowing what's good for me

better than I do.