Momentum

We took the fam to a UVM rugby match last week. When did college kids get so young? Geesh Jeremy's old! Our girls had a blast running around and playing with the dogs...apparently rugby is the game of choice by dogs of many breeds. What a blessing for Soph who knows if there's a puppy within 50 yards of us.

Zoe was so intently watching the match and then decided she could help the boys and made a mad dash for the field. Let me just lay this picture out for you: Rugby is a violent sport - much hitting and shoving and flying through the air - it's awesome. We were watching the guys play, so it wasn't as hard-hitting as the girl's match but still... The fans are separated from the field by a thin yellow rope wrapped around wooden stakes. Zoe dropped her Teddy Grahams and made a break for it. Jeremy grabbed her jacket just before she went under the thin yellow rope. Where were her parents?


Her mother was doing the Lord's work. I met a girl who plays rugby, is taking a class on coffee and is the first student who we met by just being here, doing our thing, being ourselves. I talked to her about Apostrophe and Stand and she thought it was cool. The saddest part was that her mother started talking to me first. Geesh Jeremy makes me look old. Dang it. When did I start to relate more to mothers than college kids. Sadness. Botox.

Can you see it? Apostrophe Coffee...Stand Church

We also walked around the Pearl Street house and "met" a guy who lives in the apartments on the third floor. That was interesting. We were loitering. He was braving the sunlight. It was magical. But real.





We're really here. Doing things because God told us to and I can't wait to see how these random moments start to add up and become church. It gets my blood pumping, my dreams sparking. All this still is now ebbing toward momentum.

I think this is how you plant a church. I like it.

Astounding!

slow: requiring or taking a long time for growing, changing, oroccurring; gradual: a plant of slow growth.


This cracked me up! a [church]plant of slow growth 


What is so crazy to me is that we came here for this "thing", this dream that was supposed to be the be-all-end-all in our lives. This is what everything else was leading up to. It's what kept us going when we knew we were in a place of learning, of preparation (usually a place we didn't particularly love) because it would all be worth it one day!


I won't lie. I thought this would be different. I've heard every other church planter's story. I know. But I still thought it would be different. Go ahead and laugh, but I expected more from God. After all, we came here out of obedience, not choice. I thought there'd be reward for that. I thought this would just flow and happen - not without hard work, just that it would happen. It's why we're here!


I can preach the response to this as well as the next girl. But it's still how I feel so often in life. I just want to toss a big "SERIOUSLY!?" up to heaven. 


But then I try to do this thing I'm working on - I shift from myself to what may be a more God-ish perspective and I see that if we had'nt come here to do this thing that feels so slow in the making, then I wouldn't have been here to talk to my new friend who needed someone to listen and had no one else tonight. We wouldn't be able to help our new church in areas where we're skilled and they're short-handed. I wouldn't be having coffee with a girl who can't find God no matter where she looks. 


Some days those things are irritating because they're not the thing. They seem inconsequential and like we wasted our time coming. Other times, they blow my mind because God brought me all the way across the country (again) so I could be in the right spot at the right time for Him. Who am I that He would choose me for these assignments? Why did He orchestrate so many events to have me right there on His behalf?


The intricacies of God astound me. Don't underestimate what you can and are doing for God right now, right where you are.