My suitcase was packed, my flight purchased, my itinerary tucked in my over-stuffed carry-on. In a few short days, I’d be heading to the beautiful Blue Ridge mountains to meet some dear friends–friends I’d prayed for and with, swapped writing with, cared deeply for, but had never met in person.
But I wasn’t sure if I should go. I hadn’t been feeling well and had appeared to slip back instead of moving forward. What if I spent all that money, took time away from my family, only to spend the majority of my time in a hotel room? Would it be worth it?
“Oh, Lord, do you want me to go?” I prayed.
Long story short, I went, and was blessed beyond measure! Not only did I feel better than I have in quite some time, but God merged my heart on an even deeper level with those dear, sweet women, while forming new friendships with other precious sisters in Christ.
He also appeared to open a few doors, doors I’ve been in prayer about ever since. But instead of answers, God gave me a challenge. One I’ll share with you. 😉
Join me at Takin’ it to the Streets, a local homeless ministry I’m part of, as I share God’s challenge not only to me, but to (I believe) every servant of Christ.