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Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

To the ends of the earth

2020. And the pandemic spreads to the ends of the earth. We wait. And walk in constant change. Cancellations. Upheaval. 

Those serving around the world are affected. Some caught in months of lockdown. Stopped at borders. Forced to leave. Or forced to  stay in their home countries.  

At times it feels overwhelming. As we grieve unexpected losses.

In the middle of it all, I’m drawn back to a familiar psalm of deliverance. Psalm 18. Detailing the sure and powerful rescue by the Almighty.

This time I read the first verse. Stop. And can’t move past it.

I’m compelled in that moment. To reach beyond grief. And dwell on the deep, deep love of my King. Lover of my soul. 

To the ends of the earth. Image by NASA on Unsplash.
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Loss

Loss. 

The memory comes back. Distinct. Clear. From 1972. One hot, humid afternoon in Kediri, Indonesia.

I’m just arriving at our home. After being away for high school a couple of months. In Jakarta.  

Standing outside. Reaching for the handle of the screen door. And suddenly a subconscious map surfaces.  One I never knew was there. 

A map of presence. Home and those who belong in it. 

Without warning, the realization of deep loss hits. Full force. There’s an empty space on that map. 

The place where my sister Ann has always been.

Grief. Tangible. 

Me with Momma and my new baby sister, Ann. Bangkok, Thailand. 1961.
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Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

Dare to hope

Nothing can separate us from His love. Nothing. 

Death begs to differ. Disease and pain try to write a different story. The troubles in this world whisper hopelessness. 

Loss. Division. Fracture. All attempting to question or deny His love, compassion, and care.  

And yet. We dare to hope. Because of our Savior. 

He writes the true story. 

Grave and hope. Image by Gabor Bejo on pixabay.