We don’t know what we most believe

What an incredible 5 days in Los Angeles. I am happy because I learned some things about myself. I am happy because it’s always been about how He loves us, not the other way around. I am happy because although I spilled this beautiful miniature succulent and all the pebbles and cried pitifully about it, God creates masterpieces “with the pieces.” Are you broken? You’re still okay.

Harvest School 16 Updates:

1) I came home and found envelopes ACTUAL PHYSICAL ENVELOPES on my desk with partnership money wrapped in beautiful handwritten notes. Wow.

2) I got to talk to some really intelligent people about what I’m doing in Mozambique and Uganda and about the foster care system v. orphanages and the kinds of resources and people it takes to change the lives of children. Also, I got to shop at Baby Gap. I am down for any reason to shop at Baby Gap.

3) The Source meeting on Sunday was so powerful. Dain led worship, Anita shared about creativity and God’s desire for us to live our passions, and Steve shared the gospel of heaven. I got to talk about what I’ve been learning about Love and the family came around me and prayed for me and took an offering for the trip. It was such a sweet moment – my speaking skills, not so perfect, but their openness and how they already believe the same things about the Father’s love made talking about it so good.

4) House of Hope Sozo in Santa Clara has three women praying with me for inner healing this Saturday. Usual waitlist time is 3 months but I got an appointment in one and a half, just days before Tamara from IRIS ministries sent us an email saying that Sozo is highly recommended before going to Pemba. I am so on top of things haha! Thank you Angel for getting me on the list and God for pulling invisible strings.

It’s really really spring!!! I love seeing duck boyfriend and girlfriend pairs in random places. Definitely picture-worthy. I followed them around like a creeper. Every once in a while they stopped and faced each other quacking very serious conversations of where next to waddle.

It’s always the drake following the female. He is so lovesick.

Just thinking about Globe

My desk in Leslie and Mike’s guest bedroom in Globe, Arizona. A lot of journalling happened here.

A Tiny Message

Yesterday, I was so busy listening to a love song for Jesus in the car that I missed the El Monte/Moody exit off of 280, forcing me to drive all the way to Stanford for the next exit and come back around, a detour of 20 minutes. As I was driving, I had the distinct feeling that God was trying to steal a moment with me. To hold me near. And I was late to meet a student by 10 minutes, which annoyed me greatly. The question is “Does God ever make us late to things?” Because He himself is never late. And He is never distracted.

Like the cinnamon stick curled so delicately at the edges to send me a tiny message, there are so many little coincidences in the world that make me feel like someone in control of everything loves me. If I didn’t believe in God, or if I believed in God but not that He influences us, or if I believed in God and his influence but not by direct communication or miracles, I might think that a pleasant surprise in my hot apple cider or an unexpected detour might just be arbitrary incidences that don’t mean a thing.

But this girl right here believes in the resurrection of the dead. So her believing in tiny messages isn’t the least of it. Oh if you only knew of all the crazy delightful nonsense…

Prayer: I want to believe with all my heart and my soul that you love me all of the time.

Good Morning!

Espresso cups found their true purpose.

 

 

Happened to be there :) HB-Karen