I'm happy to report that I'm back in Ibiza!
I've been on the island for a few days now and last night was my first night back out on the streets. In years past my first night back has often been full of this anxious realization:
"Oh crap! I'm actually here. Now it's time to do all the stuff I've been talking about!"
Last night was different. I'm not sure if it's because I've been praying a lot leading up to my trip, but last night was full of peace.
I felt that peace settle as we started the night with prayer, and as I walked the streets. There was a point when I was out for my first hour when the wind blew and I breathed in the familiar scent of the west end. If you've been here you know it. It's a mixture of stale alcohol, vomit, urine and somehow KFC! I know it sounds crazy, but that smell is so beautiful to me! As I took it in I was reminded of all the amazing things I've seen God do here.
I realize it would be really easy for me to just slip back into the easy rhythm of doing all the things I'm familiar with here. But over and over again leading up to my trip, God's been speaking to me about NEW THINGS.
I love the passion translation of Isaiah 43:18-19. It says:
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