Pass the Tissues

I’ve gone through so many tissues in the last couple of weeks that I should probably just buy stock in Kleenex.

It reminds me of when I was an intern at IHOP-ATL and my friend Christy and I joked around about owning our own tree farm so we could at least raise some support money from all the tears.

  • One of the kids wanting me to spend time with them – pass the tissues.
  • Movies or TV shows or, let’s face it, commercials – pass the tissues.
  • Trying to figure out how to get all my stuff across country – panic, then pass the tissues.
  • The struggles and hardships that just come with life in a fallen world – pass the tissues.
  • Someone saying they are praying about my return to Ukraine or want to support me – pass the tissues.
  • Just pass the whole box, maybe two. Aloe, please.

Yep, I’m a mess.

Somewhere in the last two years this chaotic, creative, conglomeration of cultures known as Los Angeles grew on me and made me love it.

And don’t even get me started on this crazy family that has taken me in and let me be part of their crew and loved me in the unlovable and encouraged me to dream and believe that God could really use a me for a place and people on the other side of the world.

Sometimes I’m a little envious of those who get to stay in one place with their family and friends close to them. It’s hard to have your heart scattered all over the world, but then it means you have family no matter where you land.

You’re blessed when the tears flow freely. Joy comes with the morning.
~ Luke 6:21 (MSG)


But for real.

Some of those free flowing tears lately have come from very real, very hard places of not understanding life and death and war and injustice and timing, but a lot of those salty rivers are just simply from love and that there is just never enough time. I’ll have this same problem when the time comes to leave Georgia and North Carolina and Kiev. Don’t worry, I love all of you all too!

It’s a good problem to have, and I know there is joy coming.

There is the joy of meeting up with friends and family on the east coast and hearing all that has been happening in their lives these last couple of years. There is the joy of returning to Ukraine and getting to know the young adults I’ll be working with there and seeing how God will touch lives.

And there is the joy of all the unknown little surprises that lie ahead, but for now just pass those tissues my way because I feel some tears welling up again.

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