The conversations around the blogosphere about labels make me more aware than ever that I don’t really fit into a particular box. Sometimes I feel like an observer of my own strange ecclesial journey. There seem to be plenty of interesting twists and turns.
Saturday evening my husband and I were visited by a couple seeking God about the possibility of planting a church in our area. We had a huddle before they arrived about how we should behave ourselves.
Our goals for the evening:
1. Not to blow their dreams out of the water.
2. Not to overly encourage them.
3. Not to be too likeable. ;)
I don’t know how we did, although I am sure they had an interesting conversation on the 2-hour drive back to the place they are staying.
My husband woke me up during the night talking in his sleep. He typically doesn’t dream and never talks in his sleep. He was saying…
“No,no! No,no,no! No!
I wonder what that’s all about.