Living In Two Worlds

It’s 10:50pm on Father’s Day night. I’m sitting on my deck reading a book and drinking a cup of coffee. I’m looking at the moon and listening to these dang bugs. They act pissy  that I have the light on and am disturbing their rest. It’s quiet here on the deck. A couple of cars driving out of our cul de sac back here, but that’s it. That and these noisy dang bugs. 

While I’ve been sitting here reading and drinking my coffee I’ve been talking to God. Asking Him what He wants from me. From my family. See, the community I live in is not the community where my heart resides. It’s just the place my body sleeps until we sell our house (if you’d like to buy it hit me up). My heart left this area long ago. 

For some reason God placed our ministry in a downtown community. That community has captured my heart and soul. I love being down there. I love being out walking and knowing everyone that I pass on the sidewalks. I love stopping and talking to people. When I’m there I have this peace that I’m where I belong. I love to gather people of that community together. I love the diversity that there is. It’s a beautiful thing to be able to celebrate your differences and to come out on the other side as friends. 

People think I’m crazy to want to walk away from this world. I think I’m crazy to try and stay. Just as a missionary to a foreign country feels led by passion to their country. I feel led by passion to our ReBUILD community. Led to gather and love our neighbors ❤️

{GATHER} bring together and take in from scattered places or sources.