Glorifying Steps

As Christmas arrives, I have been thinking a lot about my last home. I absolutely adore seeing everyone’s pictures on social media, but it is a constant reminder of where I’m not. Please don’t stop posting… if anything post more!

It brings me a piece of home.

No, this Christmas I won’t be going on a tacky light tour with my small group, I won’t be apart of the gift drawing with my cousins, and I won’t get to see the children’s play at Church. And this makes my heart ache for Christmas in Virginia.

But, the Lord has helped me focus on what I do have. In America, I never went with two Basotho women to pick out new summer outfits for 37 children, I never spent the day at a water park just days before the 25^th, and I have never been on a safari with my closest loved ones to bring in the New Year.

This Christmas will be more different than I thought. I am thankful my parents and siblings will be visiting and get to see our ministry here, but a part of me still longs for the worldly parts of Christmas.

And again, my Savior is reminding me that He is the only constant I have in this world.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting  Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from The English’s!

With Love,
Rachel