05/02/2022
Today I finally had a chance to pause and reflect on our time at the retreat in Portland.
Taking over a church restart is overwhelming. We’re faced with the task of trying to care for a congregation that has been through months of transition and uncertainty, doing upkeep and maintenance on a building that needs some love, stewarding a relationship with a Hispanic church leasing our building, and learning how to love and serve the neighborhood God’s called us to.
Josh and I drove to the Oregon coast to spend an hour in silence + solitude. We needed time and space to hear what God is saying to us in the midst of the noise and activity that is swirling around us.
As I walked that beach, I saw so many people stooping to collect rocks. I wondered what it is about the beach that suddenly turns everyone into rock collectors. With a pocket full of my own collection, I knew God was speaking to me.
There are so many rocks.
Yet, I didn’t hesitate when I saw one I wanted. I didn’t inspect every rock to determine if it was one for the collection. There was no stress or anxiety about missing one or picking the wrong one. I knew when I saw it.
We feel strongly that God is asking us right now to be present in the neighborhood around the church and that we will encounter people who will open doors to pockets of people we wouldn’t meet on our own. I have felt at a loss for how to decide who is the right person, which is the important conversation, and where we should start.
There are so many people.
I feel confident now that I’ll know when I see them. Not because of anything I’m doing, but because I know God is leading us and He’ll make sure everyone that needs to be in the collection will be there.