Relating to Katie

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“Kisses from Katie” by Katie Davis is a book that I started way before my trip back to Romania. It’s taken me months to read through 10 chapters. It seems like every time I do pick it up to read again, it’s exactly the encouragement I need to keep going. In many ways Katie eloquently captures similar thoughts, feelings and ideas of being caught in between two places you love. It is comforting to know that I am not alone in the way I feel and what I am experiencing and that there is someone else out there like me who desires to be real and raw about what it means to follow God. Although she is in Uganda and I am in Romania, we are both living outside of what we have known for the majority of our lives because God has opened our eyes to His plan. I wish others could be more real and transparent as she is in her book. In fact, that was and is my desire when I first started recording my journey through my journal, Facebook posts and notes, email updates, and now this blog. I am an imperfect person living out God’s perfect plan for me. 

Here are some of the quotes from the couple of chapters I read tonight that were an echo of my heart:

“People tell me they miss me; they think I am so far away. But I’m not. I’m right here, on the same earth as everybody else, doing what I know to do to make it a little bit better.”

“People from my first home say I’m brave. They tell me I’m stron. They pat me on the back and say, ‘Way to go. Good job.’ But the truth is, I’m not really very brave; I am not really very strong; and I am not doing anything spectacular. I am simply doing what God has called me to do as a person who follows Him. He said to feed His sheep and He said to care for ‘the least of these,’ so that’s what I’m doing, with the help of people who make it possible and in the company of those who make my life worth living.”

“I realized that I had two perfect lives: a perfect life in America with an amazing family who are my main support system, great friends who encourage and help me…and a future bright and teeming with opportunities. 

I also had a perfect life in Uganda with a home, sparsely furnished but full of love and hard work, eight beautiful children who called me mommy, a stunning view of the Nile and God’s splendor all around me, situations that stretch me in ways no college could, big dreams, and a future bright and teeming with opportunities. And all the time I wrestled with my two lives, wondering when the day would come when I had to choose just one. I looked around at my daughters’ toys littering my room and pictures of loved ones back home posted on my walls, and I realized I had everything I could ever want, it was just in two different places.”

“I wanted to ask her, ‘Where is home?’ I have come to the realization that I am somewhat of a nomad on this earth. I am learning to be okay with that. Human beings long for a place to call home, a nest, a sanctuary of their own. I have many and none…. My heart lives in so many places. WIth so many people. But God whispers to me that I really have only one home, and that is with Him. I will never be content on this earth. I will always be a nomad. It was meant to be that way. My heart was created with a desire for a home, a nest, a sanctuary, and that can be found only with Him in Heaven. And I will continue bouncing from one home to another, loving with everything I have in whatever location I currently reside, excitedly awaiting the day when I am called heavenward and He says to me, ‘Welcome home.”

 

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