Random thought

As i sat outside this morning surrounded by the cool morning air and the sun just about to peak over the African-looking trees, i was instantly transported back home to sitting on the dock in Wenatchee watching the sun rise over the mountains, because there, as the sun slowly begins to warm my face, and the refection of the suns rays hits me, i see God in the little things.

He reminds me that He is like the sun. We put our faith in knowing that the sun will rise every morning, the sun provides light to our darkness, some days we hide from the sun, running to the shade but we will always need the sun to keep us alive; providing us with warmth, light and a way to see. 

Because of this morning i was also reminded that God is the same God here that He is back at home. Just because I'm here living in the third-world doesn't mean that God is going to find favor in me and drastically show up in my life. Even here i must radically pursue Christ, running full force towards Him. 

Here, the only difference is ill be running on red dirt roads.