I’ve previously blogged about how God called me to move to Spain earlier this year, but what I haven’t really talked about are the storms He’s asked me to walk through while following Him on this journey. I arrived in Barcelona on the 13th of January, and since then I’ve had to move no less than six times because of various issues with accommodation. I still don’t have a ‘permanent’ place to live out here, and I’ve come to accept that perhaps I never will. Whenever I’m tempted to let discontentment take over, though, I’m reminded of our Lord’s words to Teresa of Avila:
“Oh covetousness of the human race, that you think you will be lacking! How many times did I sleep in the open because I had nowhere to lay My Head!”
I firmly believe that ‘in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose’ (Romans 8:28), and that He uses the most difficult seasons of our lives to draw us deeper into the love He invites us to share with Him. In my case, the seemingly endless cycle of packing and unpacking, settling and moving again made me question just how necessary many of my possessions really were.
One such possession was the (somewhat overstuffed) makeup bag which, until recently, I was convinced I couldn’t live without. In the time I’ve known the Lord, I’ve come to see that because He is truth itself, when we walk closely with Him and listen to His voice, He will naturally shine His light on the lies we believe about ourselves and the world, exposing them for what they are. In this post, I share my experience with going barefaced for the first time in years, with the hope that other women and girls will come to find the freedom in this area that is part of their inheritance in Christ.