K Squad Wrecked for the Ordinary

We struggled with entitlement issues, performance issues, identity
issues, unity issues, authority issues and defilement issues through
three months in Europe and two months in the Middle East. At times it
felt overwhelming and more than once I asked God if I could step down
from being your squad leader. But he would always say, “Wait… wait and
see what I’m going to do in and through your squad!”

Then a miracle began to unfold in the mud huts of Africa. We were
finally uncomfortable enough, broken enough, and weak enough to drop to
our knees and say, “Forgive me Lord. Not my will, but Yours be done.” And in the dry heat
of Africa, God opened up the flood gates of heaven and FORGIVENESS,
GRACE, LOVE and POWER began to rain down on us!

We began to pray with a confidence and faith we’ve never known before
and literally the blind saw, the lame walked and the captives were set
free. Instead of condemning each other, we began to simply love as
Christ loves us and through this one act we’ve been changed forever. We
all witnessed the incredible transformation of team Mosaic. Now they’re
team Redeemed and no other team
name would describe them better. We’ve tasted and we’ve seen that the
Lord is good. Always! We read Psalm 42:1-2 and cry out, “Yes Lord! My
soul thirsts for You, the living God! Nothing less will do!”

A year ago “Wrecked for the Ordinary” was just a slogan to us. Today,
it’s our life. We’re completely and utterly wrecked. I imagine God
dancing in heaven with delight and joy because a new generation is
actually getting it.

So, now we’re coming to the end of month nine and our last region of the
world on this crazy journey. We have two months left. If you’re weary,
trust that God will give you strength to finish strong. Don’t settle for
ordinary… not now… not in two months when the Race is over… not
ever! Continue to courageously walk through the wreckage.

… loving me as I am and allowing me to be a hot mess when I was going
off the deep end in Tanzania
… holding each other and me as we cried. We cried when God was
breaking our hearts for His people and His nations. We cried out of
frustration when we couldn’t bare community life and we were missing our
friends and family back home. We cried when we were spiritually dry and
couldn’t feel the Father’s love. We cried about gaining weight. We’ve
cried about significant things and shallow things, and you women have
always been there to comfort each other and me.
… challenging me when I was settling and correcting me when I was
wrong.
… speaking truth and life into me.
… teaching me to laugh at life and myself.
… always encouraging me to walk confidently and humbly in my role as
your leader and all that God has planned for me. Thank you for your
notes, your words, your friendship, your respect, your affection and
your love.