This morning, I woke up a few times in the early dark and took comfort in the furry heating element by my feet. I sleep with the window (slightly) open and could hear the wind and what sounded like rain outside. I was warm inside.
And well fed.
And educated (or at least well-attended).
Loved.
Traveled.
And can say that at one point I regularly powered a hot pink VW bug along the verdant lanes of the autobahn. Funkengruven.
I am so fortunate.
If you were to meet Kenan and Madi; Mimi and Moe and their kids (my sis), and the aMayseing friends God generously gave me while in Kansas and Ulm, you'd always have cause to respond to any whining I'd produce with a firm and loving "GET A GRIP."
I get to work with Adventures in Missions.
And God is doing something. Something that is better than all the caffienated goodness I can brew.
I have until December 31, 2011, to raise my montly support (about $1,400/mo) and so I've enlisted the help of "support coaches", a dynamic duo of God-followers who inspire. They are helping me to drill down to the reason I cannot ask for help and hide (I think the term was "prefer anonymity") so that I can invite folks on this crazy good journey.
This week's assignment: list all of the lies you've been told & believe and then physically cover them with Scripture that refutes them. Covering the crap in my life (head) with Truth… Oy. So I have a thick Bienfang "Take Me Along" sketchbook, a fistfull of Prismacolor watercolor pencils and sustainable colored pencils from Tibet, a few Bibles, and a heart that is just beginning to see freedom from the depths.
It's coming. Freedom that is (and maybe the ice cream truck.)
And this freedom doesn't just stay with me. It is a freedom that doesn't have to hoard the good stuff. It's FREEDOM; spilling out on its own and rolling down and uphill to cavernous places. And it's not my own. I get to share it.
Where some people see their Mission locales across a globe, I see mine around the offices and in the 'hood, at Revolution Church that is so new and vibrant and based on love and good hard freeing truths and the revelation that EVERYONE IS WELCOME (check out www.iamrevolution.org).
And I feel like my life right now is like Revo Church; wedged between a hot wing bar, a gun shop, and around the corner from the Red Cross Blood Bank. Growing in the middle of the fray so that others might have a chance to taste and see that God is good and not some buggared up killjoy standing on the street corner proclaiming hate and other vitriol.
So come visit if you can. I'm serving coffee and kayaking in North Georgia. Maybe, we can even swing by to see Suzy at Aunt Fayes Attic or get the best crack…I mean sweet tea at Trueloves. Or walk the Elachee trails…or take on the ZIPLINES!
Join me. I need you.
"Come before winter and share my hope." – Chuck Swindoll's Book Title from 2 Timothy 4:21
