here I go again

I thought I wouldnt be travelling.
officially Im not I guess.

but yes,
on friday Im off to spain.
five days in madrid.

and after one month
five days in london.

but its been good,
my restless heart has been still.
I like finland.

and I just love my practical training
at the centre for asylum seekers.
I love it.

hanging by the word

it is quite amazing,
all created by word,
all being held together with word,
word becoming flesh.

I asked that Father
would give me such a faith
that with one word
He would keep me believing.

And amazingly,
He seems to be doing so.

There is faith arising.

And you know,
there is something sacred in waiting.

saying
I trust.
Im not going my own ways.
I am not in control.

I wait,
I trust.
I have faith.

is it really so dad?

I think I am starting to realize that there is a fine line between being out of your mind and having faith.