It matters not what I want to do. What’s utterly important is what God IS doing. And trust me… I STILL have a laundry list of ‘I-don’t-wannas…’, but that doesn’t stop God from moving and it doesn’t stop me from serving.
One aspect of this opportunity is the request to submit a journal entry to the school regarding my experiences each week. I’ll be sharing those via this blog as well. If I censor portions, I’ll let you know, but I plan to share with you my full truths. Enjoy that! I can’t always share, and won’t always be allowed to. Ask whatever questions you have as a result. Here goes…
In case you missed it…
I went LIVE on Facebook to share with you all the things that I’ve been doing. Most of you are reading and following along, yet you may have missed the point of this all. If you’ve started on the blog, by now, I guess you understand the fact that I’ve relocated. Everything else could be quite blurry, SO!
At every juncture, life will ask you a prime… premium question: How Bad Do You Want It? Every minute of every day with every action, every response, every consideration, you answer the question. You tell life what to do for you and how to do it. You tell life if you’re ready or if you’re faking. You tell life if you’ll fight or if you’ll flee. You tell life what type of GLADIATOR you are…
I visited the Smallest Church in America. I thought this very appropriate considering the journey I am on. Making sense of it all means honoring the expectations of my first church… myself. I must embody fruitful righteousness with(in) me prior to extending that goal and lifestyle to others.
I moved to a space in life where I must find benefit in the casual things… in the breath-taking, time-extending benefits of the journey that God has placed me on.
Most conversations of mine, these days, revolve around this calling. I am asked questions to which I (do not) know the answer, yet I am so seeking God’s leading that I feel no hurry to answer definitively about something I know for sure that God will carry out in His own timing. Trust… I have learned through this lifetime process that neither my voice, nor my admission, denial, or responses can limit what God intends to do, so… I am finding comfort in not defining what many around me require/request me to have an acute understanding of so early in my journey.
I have no need for that.
I am here. FInally. Finally, in a place, I’ve always wanted to be.
Finally, in a place, I’ve longed for over many years. Finally. I am Here. Where God called me to be.
Let’s do something that’s VERY important. I need help from YOU. I’d like to write a “master” prayer on forgiveness, healing from bitterness, brokenness, and bondage.
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Years before when I had faced similar tragedies alone, I always found comfort in my suffrage through prayer. Upon arrival back in this space again… well not really arriving, I had been here for years now… back at it again and my passion was dying out of me quickly. I knew no other recourse of action than prayer, so I set out on a journey that frightened me immensely. I took a path that I knew was sure to get me out of my tragedy despite the turmoil of it all. I took a special course of action that I knew came with guaranteed results. Though I did not know what the results would be, I knew I would be happier finding myself over on that side of life versus remaining stuck in the smut I was already in. So! I tried.