I remember the day we first moved in. The hustle, bustle, and the bittersweetness of it all. We were moving for the first time in my life-away from the old farm house and into a new chapter of life. Who knew then what that chapter would hold? Who would have guessed that so much could happen within the years we spent in that little ranch on Hickory St?



If those walls could speak and echo back our lives what a story they would tell. It would ring out with laughter and be mingled with tears of sadness. There would be cries in the darkness and shouts of victory. New life ringing out and the heaviness of death. But most of all I believe that the song begun since the beginning of time would far out drown the others. It is the song of His glory.


I didn't quite know how to feel about this whole move...but there is a peace and I accept it. I welcome it actually with arms flung wide open. This is a new chapter-with more memories to be made and new lives to leave their mark. This is the beginning of something bigger than ourselves. So here we go.

{I have more pictures but can't upload them all.....the internet is slow :) Pictures of Romania will be coming :)}

This week seems to have gone by so fast. Well, sort of...
But it has been an awesome week. We are getting ready to have a few things (ya, sorta big deals) happen this coming week.




First on the list is a guys journey-last one of this year. It's incredible to think how fast this year has raced by. I am praying for this journey that these lives will be completely awakened. I'm praying that this next week will be so full of life and power that the darkness will be shaken and strongholds formed from generations will be demolished. I know that His kingdom will increase after this week in so many more ways than we realize. Be praying for these guys that will be coming and continuing this great Journey.






Second thing that is just incredible to me-a group of us will be going to the country of Romania! How amazing, I don't even comprehend it all. He has been and is and continues to drown me in blessing. Really I don't know what this coming week will hold but if I am able I will try to at least give a 'taste' of Romania. Please be praying for us as we head out on Monday. 






So, this thought that makes me smile is what I will leave you with. "I think He wants me to be happy" He enjoys giving His beloved good and perfect gifts. "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change." The word perfect means 'wanting nothing' and 'completeness' and the word 'gift' comes with the meaning of 'bountiful' 
Anyways, He desires to overflow our lives with a complete bounty of amazingness. May you enjoy this on the weekend and may it spill into next week and the next....He is always good.

Another weekend. Another wedding.

The day was swirled with reunions of old friends, lost memories, blustery laughter and love given without condition.

























He is so good. Again, I couldn't ask for more.

be blessed

ez

New England. Autumn. Wedding. Laughter.

Kinda like the perfect combination I would have to say, eh?

It was a privilege (to say the very least) to witness two incredible children of our King enter in a covenant with each other. There has only been maybe two weddings that I can say that I was just amazed by...like blown away by the Spirit. This is one of them-and I can still recall the presence that saturated the room.

So on the way back to Chicago this evening I sat next to this guy. There was nothing outstanding or extraordinary outwardly about him. I sat down and we didn't really acknowledge each other. Fastening my seat belt I settled into my seat and prepared for the flight. He was kind of fidgety and he finally got situated, pulling out a Bible. It was something that made me smile. I was not looking for that and didn't expect it at all. The first thought that came to my mind was to ask him if he was a Christian....well duh-that kinda was already pretty much a given. So I was going to not say anything....and then He spoke to me-"won't you greet your brother?" and I was kinda like, "Uh....well ya!" But then I started letting my little thoughts freak me out-"What if he's not? What if he thinks I'm a nut for asking me? What if, what if, what if" Finally I screamed out (in my head of course-I am sitting in an airplane...) "What in the world?! Just fellowship and enjoy Him together!" So there I went...as he looked out the window I asked him what church he went to.....

That first step seemed so daunting-so stupid. But how often do we just go along-ignoring our brothers and sisters? How often do I choose the path of fear instead of love? This whole incident/situation/whatever you decide to call it-opened my eyes to this aspect of the Body. You never know when an opportunity will present itself to you to reach into a brother or sisters life and share in the goodness of our Dad. After that encounter I decided to step out in love and speak life into whoever He brings my way.

Think about it this way-what if someone randomly turned to you in an airplane or in the grocery store and started speaking life to you and encouraging you? How awesome is that to think about?! Ya-that's what I'm thinkin' about these days...


























                                                                                  Why aren't His arms reaching