On a bus from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap, I looked out the window at water buffalo in the fields and God whispered something into my soul.
I had been reflecting on home: on the past year of change and growth; and on how God has so powerfully redeemed pain and trauma in my story. I had been reflecting on the past few days of hearing others’ stories about how God has rescued them too; on the ongoing mix of beauty and suffering in Cambodia and beyond. So many glimpses of creation and the Kingdom. Still many places crying out for restoration. And into all these ponderings,
God whispered, “If the grave can be overcome, what is impossible to me?”
In my short life, God’s inexplicable grace has transformed me in ways I could never have believed. Wounds I thought too deep and permanent no longer ache. Lies believed about my identity and worth revealed and removed. My life isn’t so self-focused, it’s caught up in something bigger than me and opened to Jesus and those around me. I’ve seen this happen to others and to communities. This is a reason to rejoice! The Kingdom of God is near and breaking through all over the world.
Before more periodic posts of our reflections and adventures, this is a helpful word for us as we journey: Nothing is impossible to God. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not, cannot, will not overcome it!