Today was a driving day. I have not really had the time to just take off and drive somewhere in a long time. Since it was pretty dead around here and everyone was away for the holiday weekend, I thought it would be a great day for a long drive. And it really was. Windows open, sunroof off, the sun beating down and the wind blowing through my formely clean truck (but I had to drive across the property and after the big rains yesterday there were some significant mud holes to navigate through) I was just cruising along the windy, rolling backroads of Michigan and Indiana. As I traverse the land, I usually have a CD playing (as loudly as my blown speakers will allow) but today it was more of a no music reflective driving day. I don’t even know what I was really thinking about. A bunch of stuff I guess. It’s been a weird year. From Mom and Dad’s big announcement last summer to the finality and Dad’s remarriage this summer – the whole family thing is just … I don’t even know. Sometimes I am glad to have a 700 mile buffer zone because it is easier to not think about. (Not saying that is a healthy thing, but it is a reality.) I was talking to two junior high kids about it the other night. They are both from broken homes. They asked me if it was a little easier since I am older. You know, I don’t think it is at all. Because I have had 30 years to get used to things being the way they always were. Sometimes I truly think I am in a really long dream and that sometime I will wake up and say, “what was that about.” And during all that, the decision to completely changes my life and do something totally different for me. … and God keeps moving me out of my zone of comfort as often as He can.
I live in a communal setting. It is hard for some people to understand that, but it’s true. I was on the lake today and I pulled up to a boat and a friend of mine says, “how’s life on the commune?” I laughed and said good, but it hit me that people’s perception of where I live is a commune. But actually I have thought about it and it really is. There are six of us right now, and I know that in the near future, it is going to explode with growth. In fact, two of my friends, Dave and Liz will be moving here in 2 weeks. And it’s good. How can you complain when people who know how to cook make these wonderful meals all the time. Just the other day, they came upstairs and said, someone made lunch – it was salmon sandwiches and salad and a whole bunch of other stuff. It’s awesome. And the fellowship and encouragement of the people here is so amazing. Just the time I get to spend with the different people I live with – discussing the prophetic gifts, God’s greatness, living the crucified life, healing, (I could go on and on here)… Truly it is an honor and a blessing to be put in the place at this time. I have never been with a ministry in it’s beginning stages so this is exciting. As Bob Deering puts it all the time � “we are building a ship at sea.” And it is true. We are out there, frantically trying to stay one step ahead of the rising waves. Years from now, I know that this place will probably not even look like it does now, and that idea excites me.
Anyway… I have no idea where all that came from. It’s 11:09 and I think there is just me and I know there’s a guy down in the House of Prayer. So it’s a quiet night. Tomorrow morning is Voice Fellowship, so I think I am going to go down and read about the Jezebel spirit. That’s a topic for another post.