terror attack
After the devastating attack in New Orleans on January 1, our urgency to return has only deepened. Watching the city grieve from afar has been painful. Friends in the city have shared their fear and heartbreak, and as a family called to serve there, we’ve felt the weight of not being present. New Orleans is no stranger to adversity, from hurricanes to economic struggles to rising crime rates. The city is resilient, but it desperately needs hope. We’re ready to be there, to serve, and to share Jesus, but for now, we wait.
Despite our eagerness, we’re still in Stillwater, actively applying for jobs and praying for doors to open. The waiting season has been harder than expected. I’ve felt the weight of announcing, “We’re going back,” and now having to work through the slower reality of making it happen. In moments of frustration, I sense God asking, “What did you expect?”
I expected to have a job in the city by now.
I expected to be living in a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom home near parks and shops.
I expected financial freedom to create spaces for people to encounter God.
I expected the journey to be quicker, easier, and full of unceasing energy.
But God’s expectations are different. He expects me to be diligent in prayer. He expects me to finish this season in Oklahoma well, without bitterness or discontent. He expects me to trust His timing, to remain humble, and to extract the lessons from this time. He expects endurance, patience, and faithfulness. I’ve realized that living up to His expectations is far better than clinging to my own.