Miracles in the Mundane

Home, sweet, home.

This week has been filled with blessings. I keep hearing God say, "Don't worry, I got your back." 

My trip home to California was incredibly grace-filled. Despite my awkward, anxious way of running around airports to find my flights, everything went surprisingly smooth. When arriving hours early to my gate I was reminded to chill out. Jesus definitely had it under control. I tend to forget that... 

Being bumped up to first class was unreal. I sat down in my original seat, getting comfy, when the flight attendant said there was a booking mistake and asked me to follow her. I was then led to seat 3C in "comfort class". Talk about luxury. (I don't think the business man in 3B was too stoked though with a  disheveled youngster was sitting next to him for free.) 

About half way through the plane ride, the reality of getting home began setting in. Suddenly, I felt anxious again. The last hours of the ride I was about ready to jump out of my seat. Then I finally got off the plane and 
saw my family, the nervousness dissipating. I made it home.
I've definitely been experiencing a bit of "reverse culture shock". Fast internet, an abundance of food, and thousands of movies On Demand, quite literally. However, God is so good.

Being a little worried about money, I have been praying about finances. Today I checked my bank account before heading to fill up my gas tank, only to find the amount had doubled from this morning. Confused, I checked my bank statement. No deposits. I called my Dad to see if he put money in my account; he said no. I couldn't believe my eyes. 

God is clearly providing for me. Each day he amazes me again with His unfailing love. Miracles can happen everyday because we have a miraculous Father in heaven. Miracles in the mundane routines.

The opposite of mundane is supernatural, extraordinary, heavenly, wonderful. That is God.

In Africa, He was there in the struggles. When we were sick, lost, hungry, and tired He led the way with His light. Some how I feared that being home I would lose Him, that maybe He would forget about me. Nope, He's reminding me that He is right here. I've only been home for three days and doors of opportunity are opening. 

No matter where we are in the world, He has our back. Remain in me, as I also remain in you. 

Home, sweet, home is dwelling in His presence. Wherever we may be.