I hear you knocking... And you can come in!

Robb, Nate and Liz came over last night and we had an amazing time chatting, laughing, praying and worshiping. I was so encouraged and blessed by their presence and friendship. God was here big time and I say more please! 

It feels sooooooo good that this season of unpacking has finally, sort of ended. We could not open another box with screaming: "Where am I going to put this stuff!" So we rented a very small storage space down the hall and just dumped all the "whatevers" in there. The plan is to unpack a box or two a week, then sell, give away or use what is absolutely needed to help in this mission to serve Poppa.

Speaking of serving Poppa, I have been praying to hear His voice on what's next here. Oddly enough, most of my ministering has been outside this building. I have been praying with a homeless woman and Diana and I are doing what we can to help her. I have been speaking His name to a young pot smoking drug user at the dog park - and like Jesus at the well, I let him know about a much better, lasting high. And until he went into a drug rant... Well... You know...

That said, I know He wants the Gospel spread here in this building - that a thunderstorm of the Spirit is about to be unleashed here, big time! I pray for the boldness to speak when He has speak.

Creativity has started here! Yea God! I started a drawing for the next painting and so far so good. It seems like forever since the last painting. And Liz has been painting here - love it! It brings light to Kensinngton. Kensington is dark, but it is real and the people are hungry - especially the young ones . We rejoice as we dream with God about the awesome work He has planned here.

Please pray. Pray for the light to demolish the darkness. Pray for a thunderstorm of His presence. Pray against the spirit of addiction. Pray against the spirit of poverty. Pray for abundant life in this place for His glory.

And please continue praying for Diana and me. Your prayers are felt and much needed. Pray that we do ALL things unto Him. Pray that His small miracles will continue to lift of out of those dreadful moments of doubt. Pray protection - we have been under constant attack. And please pray for provisions. We are finally back to work and it is catch up time and the lack of funds is ridiculous.

Love you all!

How deep is your love?

God's voice was clear and loud all day yesterday. When we moved here, one thing I was certain of was just how much I in love I was with our family. Well, it has been about three weeks since we moved and wow, I was so wrong! We missed you all so much that despite feeling the horrible fatigue of moving, we had to come see you. We visited home church, Providence, went to Nate's birthday party and throughout the day, God increasingly revealed just how much deeper the roots of my love, the love He gave me for you went and I was undone. I was sure this old heart was going to explode.

It's been really hard understanding why Poppa took us away from West Chester. Our life here in Kensington has been about unpacking boxes and desperately seeking His peace, especially about all the noise here. We have three bands right under us and they play whenever they want, as loud as they want and as long as they want. So the ongoing cry here is: "What were you thinking, God?!!!" and all He says is seek His peace and rest. So frustrating ;)

So many of you have been praying into this and sharing words of wisdom and we are beyond grateful. It is a true blessing knowing you have our backs. The spirit of loneliness overtook me one morning last week and I screamed at the Lord to take this from me - to have someone, anyone reach out to me. About 10 minutes later I received a text from Shawn sending us love. Then Ben called, then John G called. Then Sue sent a text that she, Carrie and Liz were praying for us. God is just good. He is and He will always will be and I so thank Him for showing me how to rejoice in His small miracles. He heals when we are alone and He heals when we gather together.

Last night at Providence, His Spirit all but knocked me over during worship! I had no idea how much I missed corporate worship. I felt like a hungry baby drinking the must wonderful mother's milk. God's shalom was so thick and so present it brought tears to my eyes and a healing to my heart. Yea God!

I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy. - Philippians 1: 3-4