October 28, 2014
Lately I have been feeling super nostalgic.
I am reflecting back on the past five years of mission and ministry here in South Africa.
This week I found an old CD and put it in during dinner and play with the family. Suddenly the last song stopped me in my path and shot me back to five years ago right as we were finishing our preparations to move our lives here to Africa. It is called “The Crossings” by an artist named David Wilcox.
The song speaks about starting a new journey and the moment you are standing at the crossroads looking at both what you are leaving behind and what could be ahead.
I remember literally crying my eyes out listening to this song as I looked into the abyss ahead not having any idea what could be ahead in our world as we moved to Ocean View.
Five years later I can’t imagine what life would look like if I HADN’T crossed that road into my new life in South Africa.
It encourages me to continue looking ahead to the ‘new worlds’ in my future.
I will be in South Africa for a long time in my future, but God always has new roads, adventures, and challenges ahead. Are we willing to cross over and take the leap of faith into the unknown ahead? I hope we are.
“The Crossings” by David Wilcox
We set sail from the harbor
On the trade routes of old
Where the tall ships of spices
Bring the bright dreams of gold
There are towns full of travelers
Where the stories are told
Of the lost and the longing in the little known language
Of the wayward and bold
On our way to the crossings
We had to leave where we’d been
‘Cause the roads we came over had come to an end
So we meet here as strangers, bonded as friends
We were torn from the fabric
But the threads of our lives are beginning to mend
And the hardest mile to travel
Is that first away from home
When we wonder at the hunger of being alone
But then these tears flow with laughter
With these friends we never knew
They’ve been waiting at the crossings
For this to come true
The world of wonder set in motion is waiting for you
There are clues in the legend and gifts in the signs
That lead to the treasure we’ve been searching to find
Like a map newly written of an ancient design
We have come to the crossings
Like the travelers before us, through the ages of time
And the hardest mile to travel
Is that first away from home
When we wonder at the hunger of being alone
But then these tears flow with laughter
With these friends we never knew
They’ve been waiting at the crossings
For this to come true
The world of wonder set in motion is waiting for you
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