God Is Good.

The last few days have been extremely cold, overcast, rainy and foggy. Not really good for my psyche. Today however the sun plays tag with the clouds and peeks in and out every so often which I'm grateful for. I'm sitting at my desk facing the window and staring directly at Saleve. A slight fog is hovering over the peaks of the mountain but it's still very beautiful. It's one of those days when I remember that I'm not back home in America. It's a good feeling.

Yesterday, I had such a wonderful three hour conversation with one of the girls here (she's from Southern) and realized that she and I have a lot in common. It's funny to think that I had passed her many times on the promenade, sat behind her in convocation, or maybe smiled at her during a joint worship but never made her acquaintance until now. Well God has perfect timing and divine appointments indeed because we both were there with each other when we thought that no one would be able to understand. All I can say is that God is good, even though I most certainly am NOT.

Anyway, we both expressed that we came to France not only to learn the language but to find God as well. Confessions were made about possibly trying to run from certain situations or to lose baggage that we felt were too much to bear. Then it hit us, duh! bagg-age...it flippin follows you wherever you go! The very things we were trying to leave behind in our surroundings back home, came right with us. Here we are, 4,000 miles away from home and the people we love; every memory, every tear shed, every account of pain, remembered. So much for the idealistic thoughts we came with: go to europe and start fresh! go to europe and forget everything painful! hmmmm not so much. Not now anyway.

I suppose that in due time God will reveal himself and the plans for our lives. To be honest though, I am tired of waiting. I've been waiting forever it seems like. It really gets discouraging sometimes. Despite it all, I'm just going to keep on saying that God is good. He is Good. My Maker is good. He is a good God. Maybe, sometimes you just have to say it enough to believe it. Maybe you don't always have the answers but if you blindly walk just for the heck of it His goodness will surface. That means that when I'm having a bad day, or when I see no end to the madness, I will remind myself that God is good. When I'm annoyed with people or my situation and I get lost somewhere in Europe, God is good. If I go to bed hungry and I'm wishing for some of my mother's cooked food, God is good. When I'm feeling lonely and the french students look at me weirdly because I mispronounced a word, God is good. When I look out my window like today, and the birds are chirping and Saleve in all it's glory casts a cool shadow, God is good. When the ACA students get together and laugh and have a great time, God is good. During orchestra, when the little boy that sits next to me, gives me a huge smile just for the heck of it, God is good.

That's just it. God is good. His way is better than my way.

I'll keep saying it until I believe it with all the confidence in the world.

God is good.