February 15, 2006
Tonight was the third session of planning for the upcoming ministry that I feel I've been called to help get started.
It was by far the rockiest meeting yet, with the least amount of people there, but by the end things got very clear. In fact, we all came to the same idea at the exact same time, and it made things much simpler for us to discuss and agree on. No way on this planet it was just us coming up with that. God had a hand in us finally seeing what we needed to.
After that meeting, I was still at the same place, hanging out, and I ended up talking for nearly an hour to a friend that I started talking to on a whim. We talked about many things, from spirituality to birthdays (ours is within the same week), and we talked about alot of things. We actually caught up on alot of stuff we hadn't known about each other, and it was generally a great conversation. God just moved me to talk and we talked for a very long time. I love the simple, yet brilliant nature of how God moves us, when we listen to Him.
One thing that I am having a tremendous amount of stress with is something I think God has made abundantly clear in my life.
It lies in the area of who I was made for, in terms of a wife, and vice-versa. I think that things have begun to clear up for me, in terms of God revealing it to me, but I struggle with it everytime that something is thrown in the way of an A to B path towards that answer. I guess it's normal for this to happen, but I still want to rely soley on God for the solution to the problem and trust Him completely with what He's shown me.
Above all, I cannot do much besides praise God. This day was such an awakening of faith for me, like many days are. The fellowship I was shown, and the love He brings us as people is unlike anything else, and it's something I want to recognize on a continual basis.
Is there a time when love isn't being constantly poured out on us? Are we ever able to understand how much was and is spent on us individually, in the spiritual sense?
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