After a deep breath...

This past weekend I went away for a last hurrah with my community here in Columbus, Joshua House. It was a delight! We were out in a field, over 800 of us. It was a gorgeous sunny warm 3 days. .... and I FINALLY started to cry! It was wonderful! Saturday night during worship, singing a song with a line that says... " the day true love died...." (talking about Jesus) it just hit me... the beautiful privilege and joy it is to be moving to Amsterdam but then the grief of leaving Columbus, these people, this community hit me just as hard and that's when I started to cry. I haven't been able to really cry until now, and for me, for how I process it's really important to be able to do it. So, hurray it's started!!!

Also, it was so refreshingly powerful to see the Holy Spirit at work. I need more faith, more.. more.. because I want to see the stuff in Amsterdam, I long to see my future old neighbor walk for the first time in 10 years, and the shop girl down the street healed of scoliosis and my Muslim friend woken up in the middle of night with Jesus speaking to her. It's this stuff that gives me chills, that I can't wait to see. So I started to practice... I watched, and it was thrilling!

Also, I got to help baptize my dear friend Laura. I've always cried at baptisms.. it's such an amazing image of the new life we get when we give in and say yes to Jesus... but it was even more powerful to be in the water and a part of it. Wow.

Thank God for Breathe, for camp fires, for sun, for dirt, for fields, for Joshua House, for home, for Amsterdam, for what You have planned, for doing what You do in spite of us. For letting us watch.