Our mad, mad mission...

It is a strange feeling to be misplaced. About two months ago God spoke to me during a time when I felt a lot of uneasiness. I prayed over what I thought God had told me. I started obeying Him and pursuing Him. Before I knew it God had us packed up in a moving van, going to the westside of Chicago, with a mission.

I knew the mission wasn't going to be easy, but I never guessed I would feel as misplaced as I do. Perhaps that feeling is just what God wanted to accomplish? Perhaps a mission, doesn't mean that you accomplish anything? Maybe a mission is just putting your conviction into action? Maybe a mission is 10% obedience and 90% patience.

Last night I clung to the book of Isaiah. I started realizing that God is the one who deserves glory. And I really want Him to have the glory for whatever He will accomplish with us being in this new neighborhood. This verse was particularly comforting to me:

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland. Isaiah 43:18-19

"Springs Up", it certainly does! During this time of transition and adjustment, I just pray for grace. I pray that the mission won't die, that fear won't creep in, that strength will come. Will it?

Its a mad mission
Under difficult conditions
Not everybody makes it
To the loving cup
Its a mad mission
But I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
Sign me up
–Patty Griffin