PDX: The Aftermath

It’s been taking me a long time to collect my thoughts about Portland. God didn’t spell things out for me this time. He didn’t give me an “aha” moment, or a time where I broke down, or was convicted. I feel like all summer I’ve had these moments (LTC, Mt. Hermon, post LTC, post Mt. Hermon). But this time was different. God just wanted me to watch and see His sovereignty. To be humbled and amazed by the moments He had for others on my team. To be humbled and amazed by the homeless ministries going on in Portland. To be humbled and amazed by the way God brings spiritual relationships to those serving together.

I feel like God wasn’t trying to knock me off my feet. My first missions experience doesn’t have to be glamorous. It doesn’t have to be filled with tears and tongues.

God wanted to show me He still works in my calmness. He wanted me to look around and see His perfection over everything and everyone else.

Sometimes I like to think that’s how God works. He just calmly works His magic over everything. Causing a conversation to happen here, making a thunderstorm over there… He’s not desperate to figure out the outcome, or stressed about how it happens. He has a still calmness because He knows this is exactly how it’s supposed to be.

And that’s the one thing I can say about Portland. Portland was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Lindsay