At peace. I didn't expect to find myself here. Here in the cleft of a rock ledge, feeling a calm assurance of God's presence. I'm more used to staying in control or worrying when I'm not. I'm all too familiar with the constant underlying fear and unwillingness to trust God for His future for me. But peace washed over me as I reflected on God's past faithfulness to me. I went to the mountain with self-centered motives, but before we left, I submitted my will to this new thing (as scared and ill-equipped as I feel) and felt wrapped in a blanket of joy and anticipation. Resting against the Rock.
In the Rock, I poured out some of my longings to God: that Jim and I will feel a sense of shared ministry in The Gathering; that my kids will experience Jesus as they participate with us in hospitality, service and talking more about God with people; that a person or couple will feel called to join us in prayer for Tucson and this new church; that I will finally have God's eyes and heart for Tucson and the people I see every day.
He heard my heart. Already this week we've been able to do some shared ministry with a few people. I've ventured out in to new locations in Tucson and revisited some familiar ones- I can't explain it, but I have new eyes and feel drawn toward people in a way I haven't experienced in a while. The first person who wants to join us in this adventure ate dinner with us this week. The kids are asking good questions and curious about our new conversations and dreams. And its only the first week. . . .
Praise to a God who hears and knows!
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