Out of the game?

 

I’ve been in LA now for over a month, and I must admit that I am feeling so incredibly fortunate to have the opportunities I have here to learn, grow and experience this entirely new side of life.   It’s beautiful here, of course, I mean hey, it’s California…   Mosaic is also going great, it feels like a family that I have had for many years, in that there are so many like-minded people, each reaching for amazing and incredible goals in life and ministry, and also chasing God in ways that are admirable and inspiring.   There is absolutely no question that I am where I am supposed to be at this exact time in my life, and that feeling is awesome.

The picture above however, is not of LA (you probably knew that) it’s just a typical day from life in Paris, where I was just a few months ago.   The clouds are holding back the sun, and the thousands of clay chimney pots form their own little skyline if you are fortunate enough to find a high vantage point.   I don’t know if two places could contrast each other more, it’s amazing to experience the differences. 

Ironically, in the last few days, I have been feeling like I am out of the game now, by being in LA.   Realistically, and logically, I can see that this is NOT the case, but emotionally, and perhaps even spiritually, I am definitely experiencing this phenomenon.   Like I said before, there is no question that I am where I am supposed to be, but there is also this undercurrent that I have left my cohorts in battle overseas, and something inside of me yearns to see them and fight alongside them once again.  

I expected this, to a degree.   I knew that once life settled down a little bit here in California that I would feel the cavity left that is still France-shaped.  While I am able to find little reminders of my life there, and the people whom I miss so very much, it’s obviously not the same.   I have subscribed to a life like this though, a life where I love and engage deeply, and the side effect of this simply MUST be the feeling of loss whenever the time comes to move on.   One can only wonder what the future will hold?   When will I be able to come back to visit, will I (after two years in LA) choose to go back to Paris, or Europe and continue the fight?  Will I instead find a way to engage in the same battles, but from this side of the world?   I can only guess at those answers, and they seem different every day.   As the saying goes, only time will tell…   What I do know for now however, is that I am HERE to get everything I can from this experience and journey.  No matter where HERE ever turns out to be, that is all I can ask of myself.  

Onward and upward.  

By the way, if you are in Paris and reading this…   I miss you all so much.  I hope and pray that our paths will cross again soon, undoubtedly that time will be sweet and precious. 

Comments

[francois]

Mocha!!! This is great to read, (and i did it all the way to the end!!) i'm really praying for you that in this 2 years you'll have a new perspective in life, what to do, where to go... and every place has its own and unique need!!
see you soon! at least, its easy to fly from a city to another to say hi!!

a +++
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[richard]

Now you're talking Scott! A France shaped cavity huh? Great to see you are learning to discern the voice of the spirit ;-) So I guess we'll be seeing you in a couple of years then?
cheers R

[mark]

You sound like John Boy at the end of a Waltons episode - it made me cry.
I am happy for you and for the kingdom of God because God is obviously preparing you for his work of destroying the works of the satan and setting people free.
Youre the man,
mark