When I came out of waters of D'anza Cove in San Diego I was filled with the anticipation of doing something wild'n'crazy for God. My good Friend Jacques had just returned from a mission to North Africa. Many young disciples were heading off to new cities and new countries to preach the word of God and make disciples. It was an exciting time and I was ready to go, full of zeal. It's been 13 years since that Sunday.
Since then, much has happened and I may elaborate in later posts. I think I have always dreamed of planting a church, but it has seemed more of a desire than a reality. Maybe it is because I am not 20 any more. Taking a family of four on a faith journey like starting a church is a big bite to chew on. Can we really lay down our lives...and raise our kids, find a new job, and take on whatever God has for us?
Right now we wait, pray, waiver, pray some more, and wait again for the next step. I do not have a job in Tri-Cities yet. We are wrestling with being faithful, and yet practical. With no job, there is no move. I dislike putting limits on how faithful I'll be. Sometimes I want to just say I'm going no matter what. It's a tough reality to process through my heart. There are many instances where I know people just "Go". For now I guess my faith lies with the belief that God will provide before it gets to that point.
Genesis 12:1
The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you.
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