Adaptation
I lived in (what seemed to me) the middle of nowhere for 2 years. During that time, and to some extent the year and a half before it, I had NO friends that weren't christian. And not much personal contact, either. And living in Leggett did something weird to me. I got used to driving on the highway and seeing maybe 3 cars, in a half-hour drive, except during the tourist season. I was so scared to move down here and drive on the freeway! It was such culture shock moving down here. To walk down the street in downtown santa cruz and see hundreds of people at one time. It took me a month to get over the wonder of a 24 hour grocery store within a 5 minute drive. The store in Leggett closed at 8 and thought that was late! But the hardest thing to get over was how ackward i felt around other people. We came down here to open up an outreach house, for goodness sake, and I barely knew how to start a conversation with a stranger any more. But the will and desire was there, to tell people about Jesus, and to share my life as a witness to the Lord. My prayers were rather desperate, and it's been getting easier and easier. I felt such a breakthrough last night. I was all over the coffeehouse talking to people. It was great. I felt natural again, and unrestrained. I feel less and less weird every day. And the love i feel for these kids!!! whoever is reading this that is a praying woman, or man, please pray for those kids down there. Their so sweet and lost. Pray that God would open a way for us to be closer again, that we would have a house easily accesible, within walking distance, to downtown. We're a half -hour away, and we want people to know where we live. Most homeless kids have a sphere they move in, and they don't go far from that. We're on top of a mountain. We bring people up here when we are given the opportunity, but it's not enough. We need somewhere people can walk over and hang out. We were doing a community meal once a week too, and it would be awesome to get that going again, along with a bible study.
And with the two girls, and one on the way, the closer the better for us!!!!
I am blessed and excited for what's happening down here. It really seems like God is starting to move more and more.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
For some reason, I'm really into just sharing songs and pictures lately
Here's a great song that has always really touched my heart.
Mercy Moves Me
by 100 Portraits off the Five Wise Virgins cd
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
When you found me hiding out
I thought
You would
take a hammer to my brow
But You pushed away the crowds
and cried
and pressed
Your lips against my head
I was sleeping in a bed
with another woman
I was standing in smoke
rising from the gun
I was drunk
I couldn't stand
Drowning in a bottle
O You found me
covered up my head
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
When you found me hiding out
I thought
You would
take a hammer to my brow
But You pushed away the crowds
and cried
and pressed
Your lips against my head
I was hiding in the dark
when they found the body
I was swearing by the truth
I was living a lie
I was holding out a hand
to take what was not mine
O You found me
could not lift my head
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
When you found me hiding out
I thought
You would
take a hammer to my brow
But You pushed away the crowds
and cried
and pressed
Your lips against my head
O when you found me
O I could not even lift
my head to pray
So ashamed
could not look you in the eye
As when You reached down
and held my heart
my hand
and drew me close
kissed me on my face
You called me your own
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
Love is Patient
Love is Kind
Your mercy moves me everytime
When you found me hiding out
I thought
You would
take a hammer to my brow
But You pushed away the crowds
and cried
and pressed
Your lips against my head
I identify with parts of this song, not all-
I was the one drowning in the bottle
