A friend from church approached me

Told me that watching me grow in my journey with Christ reminded him of the time I mentioned to him I went on a helicopter ride through the Alaskan glaciers

He told me I got in the helicopter, as scary as it seemed, with Jesus at the wheel

He told me the church has seen me grow and change and mold

That it can seem scary, like maybe I should jump out

But that what God is doing in my heart is apparent to everyone who encounters me

It was just so strange.

My pastor shared a political opinion a few weeks ago that I couldn’t help but dislike, leaving a bad taste in my mouth and confused about where my journey is headed.

I spent the past few weeks fumbling through scripture and podcasts, trying to reaffirm myself that the values and beliefs I hold in my heart are at one with the word of God.

The protests are necessary, and weaponizing Romans 13 out of context is not going to change that earthly authority is not acting in God’s will. How dare he tell the whole church to bow our heads and obey the same government that crucified Christ? Or at least, that was my takeaway.

Then I was reminded my journey is with Jesus. Not with my pastor.

I was reminded that others are watching.

I couldn’t stop crying when he told me this, it felt like God was beside me the entire time.

I know that He is, and that He loves me, but every time He shows his glory I am forever in awe at the mysteries he reveals. How did He know I needed to hear this?

Anyway. No fancy writing, no poetic metaphors. Just in wonder at His love and attention to my life, even though I am someone with so much to say sorry for.