Disciples making disciples.

       Hemingway says that the first thing that he does in writing is to write one true statement:
My first trip to Italy was when I began writing. Writing is my joy! ...My roommate is sitting next to me on the couch talking about government... so I am struggling to ignore her as I write this. 
Going on, I had this amazing God moment on the Riovalti bridge. It involved a family owned journal shop, hand-bound beauties and history surpassing an incredible amount of time, a grandmother sewing in an attic, two aunts who gave me hundreds of euros worth of paper and pens, a best friend, and me weeping like the lost tourist that I was at the entrance of this little shop. I can't even express why it happened, except that it  felt as if God was tangibly reaching into my life. Literally standing behind every prayer and conversation with complete strangers. 
     This is the first blog that I have ever made and as I sit here with my iPhone on my belly and my coffee on hand I am reminded of this feeling like I am talking to complete strangers but with a call of God to delve  into community. Just to let you know as a disclaimer (which I am sure you won't need) that I am going to be completely honest here. I am going to tell you REALLY what God is doing in my life, how he is forming me as a person, where I am today and where I will be tomorrow. 


I was reading Hemingway's memoir, A Moveable Feast, this summer on trains and planes to Belgium and France. In the introduction it's explained that a moveable feast is a day that is recognized as a holy day but the day varies.. such as Easter. 
To the non-christian, this is just a meaning of dates on a western calendar. 
To us, it is living water. A special day of the 365 that we get to celebrate as a body, a body proclaiming and praising the resurrection of Jesus Christ. 
This is a moveable feast! 
              "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." I love that Hemingway took a tradition into a living meaning. Paris shaped Hemingway as a writer and as a person. Paris is where he wrote some of his first manuscripts of his most known writings and his own story, his memoir. 
We are a moveable feast! 
Me, you, and the 28 others are all a living, moveable feast. A group of people, testimonies, experiences, trials, and blessings created to be unified for the greatest celebration that was, is, and will be. 


Today: God is teaching me patience and to trust in the Lord with all of my mind. Which I have read in other blogs of the circle! My roommates and I have gotten a 30 day notice and we have not found a place to live yet and I have struggled with God's timing and have turned to worry and frustration. In this process, which I am coming to love, I have learned that God is not wasting anything. In not moving out yet, one of my roommates and I have been able to pray together and speak life into a healing that God is working in her body. I am going to miss that we won't be living together, but I will continually speak life over her body despite the fact. I know that God has been under this roof, in the u-haul, and will be in the new nest. 


Jesus reigns, and it's time for some merrymaking :) 



"His Word is in my heart like a fire, 
a fire shut up in my bones. 
I am weary of holding it in;
indeed, I cannot." (Jer 20:9)