Every year that I've gone to Mexico, I've taken a picture of the same scene. At the orphonage in Rosarito, you can stand on the basketball court and see these two mountains in the distance that touch at their base. Between the mountains you can see a little sliver of the Pacific Ocean. I'm not sure why, but I've always enjoyed that little masterpiece of nature.
During this year's trip, the high school team spent a day at the orphonage in Rosarito doing various projects to make the grounds look better. After the day's work, we visited the local market, went back to the orphonage for dinner, and then had a time of worship and prayer there. During the time of prayer we all kinda went our seperate ways and had some quiet alone time with God. I ended up sitting on a pile of random cinderblocks staring at my favorite scene, just praying about random things that popped into my head. Before I continue the story, I need to let you know that before I left for Mexico, and while I was there, I had been praying about really hearing God's voice. That's something I struggle with, mostly because I talk too much to let him get a word in otherwise.
So anyway, I was sitting there rambling away with my shallow prayers, and all of the sudden it hit me that I only had a little over a week left. My mind was silent for a second, and then I told God, "You know, I really don't want to go home." Then he said back, "I know. I know you don't want to go home." It really wasn't that awesome of an encounter with God, but to me in that moment, it was. I sat there for a minute, and then I started realizing how big God is. When he made those mountains that frame the little piece of ocean, he knew that in a bajillion years I would be sitting and staring at it. He knew that we would have that very brief conversation. He knew.
Every time I think about that moment, I understand a little more how... matchless my God is. Not only did he know about that moment when he was creating those mountains, but he was in the moment with me too. At the same time. And not only that, he was in the moment with me right now when I'm blogging about it. All at the same time. God just... is. He's everywhere, all the time. Quien fue, quien es, y quien vendra. Sometimes I am disappointed in myself, because I live like I don't belong to a God who is so completely sovereign. Even when I have moments like this where he shows me that he is.
