I feel like writing

Do you ever wake up, head right to your journal and start inking the page immediately?

I hadn't even had my morning cup of coffee (I hadn't even brewed it yet), and my mind was already racing with words and prayers.  My journal has basically become my outlet for conversations I'm not ready to have with friends.

For the last two weeks or so I've been going through a change that will affect me greatly.  God has called me to be a part of a church I only heard about less than a month ago.  A church that was planted less than a month ago.   A church I visited because I was curious, and someone who I barely even knew invited me.  But things do happen for a reason, and now I am part of this new church.  I am also part of a new small group, with people who aren't afraid to share their struggles, aren't afraid to let others pray for them, and others who are striving to know the Lord more intimately.

But this decision wasn't made one morning as I hopped out of bed and headed to my journal.  No, this was a decision made through the power of prayer and was completely led by God.  He made things so evident in my life, that I would be a fool to act as if He hadn't perfectly constructed this move.  After many, many, many pages of ink -scribbled down in that perfect journal- I am just beginning my new journey in a church that's just beginning its own.


Please pray for Starting Point, my new home.