I looked at this blog and realized that I wrote the last post exactly one year ago today.
What a difference a year can make.
We are not in San Jose. We are not in San Jose because God called us to a different home.
Weed, California.
"What? Weed?" you say!
Yes, When we were but four short months from packing our home and moving to San Jose, God in his quiet way told us He had a different plan. Not the big city, but the small town. Not the dense & diverse population, but the small & hurting population. Not the grand plans of a church plant, but the grounded plans of a church revitalization. Not my will, but Thine.
So one year later we are settled into the parsonage, next to the building nestled at the base of the beautiful Mount Shasta. We have chickens in our back yard and temperatures that drop below freezing.
Though it is not the plan we had for ourselves, it is truly a plan laid out and blessed by God.
I am affirmed in this every time a new person steps foot in our church building. Every time a child from the neighborhood comes over to play. Every time I look out my window at the view of the mountain!
The church and team that I envisioned and dreamed of in my last post is not the one I have now, but I wouldn't trade it for the world!
What a difference a year can make.
We are not in San Jose. We are not in San Jose because God called us to a different home.
Weed, California.
"What? Weed?" you say!
Yes, When we were but four short months from packing our home and moving to San Jose, God in his quiet way told us He had a different plan. Not the big city, but the small town. Not the dense & diverse population, but the small & hurting population. Not the grand plans of a church plant, but the grounded plans of a church revitalization. Not my will, but Thine.
So one year later we are settled into the parsonage, next to the building nestled at the base of the beautiful Mount Shasta. We have chickens in our back yard and temperatures that drop below freezing.
Though it is not the plan we had for ourselves, it is truly a plan laid out and blessed by God.
I am affirmed in this every time a new person steps foot in our church building. Every time a child from the neighborhood comes over to play. Every time I look out my window at the view of the mountain!
The church and team that I envisioned and dreamed of in my last post is not the one I have now, but I wouldn't trade it for the world!
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