I’m not exactly sure how to put the past week into words. It’s difficult. You see, so much has happened. I’m not the same anymore. I’m so broken. I’m so flawed. The Lord has shown me so much I need to address in my life. I have issues, but thankfully still loved.
I’ve been adopted into a new family. We are united by a common experience that only we share. Twenty years from now, I could stumble upon any one of them in an airport and their eyes would clutch the secret of where we’ve been together. The moments only we’ve witnessed and the journeys we’ve traveled to get here.
I met my team this week. We are strangers, yet lovers of God joining for a common purpose. I wasn’t prepared to connect with these people. I hadn’t spent much time with any of them really. However, in the backseat booth of a Red Lobster, in Nowheresville Georgia, we clicked. Creative, beautiful Jesus freaks ready to change the world. I couldn’t be more ecstatic. I'm ready to be real and raw, and rocked by my team. We are Ruah Elohim, “The creative wind of the Lord.”
As I sit on a plane headed north, back to the comforts of modern life, I desperately miss my new friends. I miss the fierceness and fight that flickers in their eyes. Only ten more weeks. Seventy days to go and we leave our lives behind with our sights set on heavenly things. No more espresso lattes, warm bed sheets, hot showers, and padded bank accounts. I pray for boldness. Oh Lord, give me courage. I cry for desperation. I ask that the breath of God flow from our lips and the world will know radicals are real. We are people of God, called by God, and sent to bring His Kingdom here on earth. Now.
