Monday, August 26, 2013


Many of you have heard that I will be moving to Boston at the end of August. If you haven't heard, well, now you've read it (if you want to hear it, read it out loud next time).

Boston itself is not the destination. The journey is following God as He directs. God doesn't always speak with such clear intent to me as He did through His Holy Spirit a few months ago. In something more visceral than words, God told me to go to Boston to help Redeemer Bellingham plant a new church in the Somerville area.

You're probably wondering how He said something so specific without using words. Well, He wasn't that specific. I was sitting in church, not quite listening to the sermon about serving God, when Boston was brought up and I felt an urge, not from myself, to go. I immediately questioned it and wondered if what I thought I couldn't do was something God was empowering me to do. And God definitely catered to my analytical mind: everything lined up for me to leave and go make disciples in a completely different area.

And He keeps proving to me how He has done all the work: prepared me, prepared the journey. I am so thankful that He was clear. I'm sure He knew if the destination wasn't crystal clear, I would still be wandering, trying to find my place in Washington.

So here I am, at the dawn of my great journey in God's story.
Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”
-Matthew 28:18-20