the steady work of His hands.

**the making of a mind**
above all, trust in the slow work of God.
we are quite naturally impatient
in everything to reach the end
without delay.
we should like to skip
the intermediate stages.
we are impatient of being
on the way to something unknown,
something new;
and yet it is the law of all progress
that is made by passing through
some stages of instability--
and that it may take
a very long time.

and so i think it is with you,
your ideas mature gradually--
let them grow,
let them shape themselves
without undue haste.
don't try to force them on,
as though you could be today
what time (that is to say, grace
and circumstances acting on
your own good will)
will make you tomorrow.

only God could say what this
new spirit gradually forming in you
will be.
give the Lord the benefit of believing
that God's hand is leading you,
and accept the anxiety of
feeling yourself
in suspense
and incomplete.
-Teilhard de Chardin

oh how this is put so well. A voice to my soul, a groaning that comes from the depths. oh how profound the Lord is, and strategic His timing. Feeling at the moment, the shifting of the tides, the weight of the current, the vast motion that comes with a never ceasing sea. Here i go, back and forth in the midst of transition.

A beautiful yet foreign path being released right before my eyes. A new season in the works, and the preparation underway.
Exciting and new and foreign and gorgeous. The mighty hand of God that rests heavy upon His children.


Finding myself in Bangladesh, a little less than one month left. Oh the joys of being surrendered and serving the only one who deserves my service. my life. my all.
Loving this place, loving these people. Finding the overwhelming joy of the Lord as i walk these streets, as i see these faces. As Being to most, the first example of Christ. Hefty weight to carry, but such an honor.

its wrecking my heart for more. More of Jesus, more of the Gospel. For less of me, and for more of Him. I am getting wrecked. So challenged to give to the beggers, to the street kids, to the homeless, to the lost....

everything that is "mine".. is not mine at all. Ah, when will i realise this? my possessions, my money, my favorite shaw, my last piece of american gum. nothing, nothing at all is mine.
nothing.

and not just my belongings..

but my life.

my worship,
my intercession,
my heart,
my hands,
my feet.
my speech.
my actions.

all of who I am, the Lord deserves. ah, and all of me i long to give.





The release and freedom that comes when i simply surrender.. and give my all to the Lord. ALL.
oh the open hands i raise high, and kingdom perspective that i am longing to receive.

perserverance. arise.
truth. arise.
humility. arise.
freedom. arise.
the woman that God created me to be. arise.



Exciting the things in the works........
the Lords massive hand is moving and shuffling things, perfecting them and working things out.

In the process of being processed. In the midst of working out an amazing transition, and a release of ministry underway.
Praying into a move to Kona, Hawaii to be a part of the PhotogenX DTS.
a passionate thriving school focused on ending injustices and making the needs known. Using photography as a tool, and creativity as a way to shine light in the darkness. yew.

So exciting.
so new.
So beautiful witnessing the constant faithfulness of the Lord.
ah, His love kills me, in a good way.

beauty.

just trusting Him, just loving Him, just following Him, and going where He goes.
oh how profound and enchanting He is. oh how i love Him.

thank you for constantly lifting me up. More details and updates to come as thing become more clear.
i praise Him for you.

britany


p.s
sea foam.
frou frou.
The Office.
tattoo of the world.
likemindedness.
laughter.
pbay.
joy :)