A compound; it’s the only word to describe the property; fenced in, walled up, littered with garbage on nearly every yard of that five acres we stood upon.
“I just don’t see the vision”, I tell my husband as we stand upon the pasture hill, peaking our way through overgrown trees to a hidden pond, looking up with carnal eyes at a worn down house, almost begging for redemption with a “For Sale” sticking out.
Untended, unloved, fenced-in as if keeping something out…or someone in.
Yet, doesn’t faith see not what is, but what could be?
So, we sign a contract and own this house shortly afterward we stood on the hill that day.
A year later, I’m awakened in the night. I see people in my living room, hearing a whisper in my spirit, “Many will come and many will go out changed.”
“What did that mean?” I question.
An introvert by nature, the last thing appealing to me is a house full of people…especially one uncompleted, in remodel-mode, one imperfect still on the outside, incapable of disguising my insecurities….
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Today, I am writing over at Missional Women, joining Laura Krokos and an amazing group of ladies who don’t just want to survive, but who want to share the fullness of their lives for His glory, both around the world as well as from right where God has planted them. Hope to see you there!
