In the midst of transition be my constant.
In the wake of business be my focus point.
As I am changing continents be my world.
As I am gloomy with goodbyes be my forever hello.
When my heart sags with sorrow be my steady joy.
When my mind is bombarded with new stimuli be my familiarity.
As I choose carefully what to pack,
May you be the only possession I can't live without.
While I have less, I possess everything in you.
May him who had no sin be sin for me,
While in him I become the righteousness of God.
Send me out to be Christ's ambassador,
To the broken no matter where in the world they call home.
This is consistent healing, for every tribe, language, and culture.
~Inspired by 2 Corinthians 5~