Sitting in the car, driving to see someone who holds my heart and the soon-to-be love of my life in her belly...I lost it. I was screaming crying to God for peace, confidence, the release of fear.
And it hit me, in the darkest of days, I will find a way to call your name. You're my hope in it all.
I'm leaving this country in ten days from now and my dad is currently sitting on the foot of my bed playing the guitar and singing to me because I am laying in bed feeling more sick than I have in a while. This is so real to me. This is hope to me. This is love.
Today, my mom told me how God showed up to her on the golf course, and told me she was so happy from it that she danced by her self for an hour in my house with the music blaring. This is joy, not just happiness. This is peace, and this is what it looks like to have empty hands.
My heart is so ready to go to Estonia in ten days I can barely contain it.
This week will be HUGE and I can't WAIT until I'm finally in a country that hold so much of my heart already.
"Look to the skies, hope arise
see His majesty revealed.
More than this life, there is love
there IS hope and this IS real."
Hillsong. Yes.
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