Trust Jesus, John. Trust Jesus, People.

Day 8. 

I really have nothing to say.

I can't complain much. I am so deeply rooted and blessed with great community. I have lost count of the ones carrying me by prayer, petitioning on my behalf, loving me from afar. 

I'm here in this foreign place. Yesterday I was homesick. I'm trying to keep a good head on my shoulders. I need to write postcards, find the post office, and go to the ATM. And yet at the exact same moment, none of that matters. I've already knocked off most of my Santiago bucket-list. 

I need to focus and remember my purpose of why I am here.
I am here for something.

I was doodling monsters on church today. Doodling gives me a good indication of how I am doing, especially when I don't know what is going on in my own head. The monsters were crying. They were weeping for the stick figure man whose wife and baby were separated by a mountain cliff and bound to die un-rescued. Amazing what comes out of stick figure drawings and detailed monsters. Ironically enough, I can tell you what the sermon was about too.
Let's just say the box of crayons will be brought out soon.

Burn the idols. Uproot that creepin' fear.
Hold-me fast, Father. I just want to draw near.

Exhibit A: The crying monsters and the cliff people.

The world may be in color,
but my kingdom eyes want to seek that no more.
Visit me in black and white...

Truly, truly, I just want to be me.

You still have me... God you still have my heart

So please be my strength (cause I dont have any more...I dont have any more)