I love where I am

I am currently in Valencia, Venezuela for some time. It is the place where God has led me to do ministry for now. It is my hope that He continues to grow my desire to write and cultivates it here. So, here's some musings that have dripped from my fingers. A narrative of sorts...

I love my room. I get to hang out of it and gaze perpetually at mountains top with whipped cream, or at least it looks like that. I’m high up and watch the people walk to their destinations. The cars go by, slower than they’d like due to the speed bumps everywhere on our street. 

I love my room because I’m on the fifth floor. This means I’m high up enough that people can’t know I’m watching them. And sometimes if I’m lucky I get a peek at my housemates at their desk in their own room since their window hangs out two feet farther than mine. But it’s the mountains that constantly draw me back. They are ever protecting this city where I live now. Like watchful parents towering over their playful children. 

I love my room. It suites me more than any other room I’ve had. Though the sun pours in at a crack of dawn that is earlier than the dawn I’m used to, it’s warm and full of life. I can imagine a cat loving my room because she can curl up on my bed in the sun all day. I’ve been told I’m cat-like. I can’t disagree. 

I love the color of my walls. They’re a light sky blue though most the time they’re lighter than the sky itself. It’s a simple room, meant to only be lived in for a year’s time. I’ve always wanted to live like a monk without anything but a mattress and some clothes and maybe some books. I think I finally got my wish. It’s normally loud outside. That’s okay with me. It reminds me there’s a world outside my room I shouldn't miss out on. 

I love the paintings up on my walls which God has given me over the years. I love the single mattress standing up against one of those walls. I love the photos of my favorite people tacked up to my other wall. Then there are the notes. The notes that people wrote from a deep place in their hearts to encourage me as I am far from them. 

And the window, the window that engulfs the majority of one large wall. I love it the most. Mainly because I get to hang out of it and stare at the mountains and the people. It is a window to another world for me. In my room it’s like a little US of A. Out of my window is this city called Valencia that God has brought me to. A crazy loud city in the continent of South America where the people really do great you with a kiss on the check. It makes me think of Paul and his greetings of a Holy kiss. 

This is my window. The mountains beckon me and the sun draws me. This is my room. I love it and yet my very being longs to be outside of my beloved room.