I’ve been sitting in a new pew the past few weeks. Not that there was anything wrong with the old one, the one where my husband had grown up and where we expected we might end up. Literally.
But I’d started to feel restless and a little cramped. I wasn’t connecting relationally with other Christian sisters and wasn’t feeling called to any area of service. Of course, guilt barged in and told me I should be doing something to help that little church grow. But my husband and I began to feel it wasn’t a good fit for us in this season.
That’s how I found myself in this new pew in a much larger church, twenty miles away. I felt like the stays on my spiritual girdle had broken, and I could breathe. And when I saw this church was sponsoring mission trips to Mexico, Thailand, and India in the near future—well, you can believe that sent me into a Snoopy spin. Oh, and the Holy Land. They “do” the Holy Land.
Be still, my heart. I’m dreaming again.
Dr. Joe Stowell, president of Cornerstone University and past president of Moody Bible Institute visited Sunday for the 125th-year celebration and brought the message on broken expectations.
I’ve had more than a few dreams damaged where disappointment has caved into discouragement. Where I’ve felt imprisoned by circumstances (and sometimes people) and unable to move in my own maps . . .
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In the stillness,