Spring Fling

It was the day before I was leaving to visit Sturgeon Bay, WI for the first time.  I read an Oswald Chambers devotional:

Let God fling you out, and do not go until He does.  If you select your own spot, you will prove an empty pod.  If God sows you, you will bring forth fruit.

I then set off on my morning walk.  I was instantly STOPPED in my tracks when I saw this.

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I sat down right there and cried.

Let it be known …… I had become particularly wise during this season (in this little area).  James had already been to Sturgeon Bay at least twice and had been prayer-fully considering a call for what seemed like forever.  I changed my walking route to circle around in the community cemetery.  Exercise usually makes me cry anyway.  Add major life decision-making to it and it’s a recipe for public crying.  What better place to public ugly cry than in a cemetery?

Take any toddler on their worst tantrum day….and that was me during this call process.

I was tired

I was comfortable where I was

I had/have rock solid friends that I love, right there.  LOVE!!! We could meet for coffee face-to-face at a moment’s notice.

I was “kingdom building.” I had my ministries & knew my place in them

Kids.  This was the first call process that seemed to be moving in the “uprooting” direction that involved kids that were no longer babies but people.  People with opinions!

As I sat there open field to the left, cemetery on the right……………………………..

I cried.

I didn’t want to have to decide.

Then I walked home and packed my bag.

As it played out.  We moved.

Two years ago…..We had not even made it all the way across the bay on the steel bridge when I looked over at James and said………

“We are supposed to be here.”

That little sentence was significant for me.

I struggle with discernment.

Am I hearing God?

My own human desires

or…………the every annoying , distracting Satan?

I did not make the decision whether or not we dug in deeper in Glencoe or uprooted to Sturgeon Bay.

God did

He knows me so well.   He knew how incredibly difficult it was for me to uproot from where I had been planted for ten years.  He was clear about my future. He was about to fling me.

Like a toddler on the days we all brag about on social media.  I obeyed.

I’ve been restless the last several weeks.  Two years ago God  flung out a pod to produce fruit.   If a fruit stand were to open with my produce, would The Gardner stand back and sigh, “well done little pod?”

I reread the same devotion today.  Something different stood out.

“‘Though it tarry, wait for it.’ We cannot attain to a vision, we must live in the inspiration of it until it accomplishes it itself.”

I am still a sapling.  With a season opener in the distance.


Moving is Messy

Moving is messy. I expected it.  Yet at moments I’m still surprised by it.  And that, ladies and gentlemen,  may be the very reason God allowed my surroundings to spring forth from nearly every pipe, floor and as of recent my gas tank (which, if you ever need a gas tank replaced check the junk yard C&W in Sturgeon Bay,WI for a good price and jolly service!)

I gave myself permission to take up to three years to settle in.  About half way through I began to feel a sense of urgency to dig in deeper…… yet, I was unsure how or what that meant.  Well, cue the flood.  In some inconvenient ways water has dampened my spirits.  However in ways unexpected it became a flood of blessing.  Im choosing (at times minute by minute) to look to God’s word on the floodgates that were opened to pour out blessings vs the other flood reference that would put me smack dab in a big ol stinky boat.

From day one when the Uhaul arrived at 8th Place I wanted to invite everyone inside our fishbowl to see how the Rev and his family live.  As life went on and things got really messy we kept pushing our open house back.

Moving is messy but the Janitor of all janitors came in and scrubbed away the corners inside me that needed a little shine.  He didn’t let me set sail in an ark of stink……..even though there were times I felt like I had one foot planted firmly in the boat with just a toe teetering on dry land.  One night, while we were “displaced” and living in the local Best Western, it struck me that waiting until “everything was in order” was not gonna happen.  God didn’t allow Mary and Joseph to “wait’ until a room opened up in the Inn.  Nope! Jesus came in stable, which just so happens to resemble our bare bones kitchen currently. No facades. God called James (and I) to be real life living sermon illustrations. Lucky you …… you can learn from our mistakes

We opened up our house on pretty short notice and invited everyone and anyone in.  We now daily walk on our #subfloorscripture created by you.  The night of our open house I sat surrounded by a visual of the blessings brought on by God’s floodgate swinging open. I could of missed out had I set sail.

Although I feel we are cleaning up nicely from the previous move, we are still messy. We are human after all.

Dare I say……..Im hoping our next Godly lesson comes in a drier fashion.


Enjoy a small sample of our #subfloorscripture