Tug of War

Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand!

When Destiny, the thing you can’t shake off, get rid of, lose sleep over, outrun or make happen on your own, tugs on your heartstrings, do not insult it by planning to do it. Our timelines are often times the last defense between us and God’s plan to prosper us and bring every knee to bow. I have been under heavy attack the past few weeks spiritually as I have really dug in and sought out what God would have me do with my life. I already had some whispers and leading on the issue so I wasn’t flying blind, but I was, as with all things that the perfect will of God, flying into enemy territory. I believe the Enemy has limited resources and is not greater than He who is in us (God). That said, he’s good at being bad. He’s been practicing evil as a corporate entity for longer than anyone around, he’s never been at a loss for new recruits and endless enlisted re-upping, and he has some pretty intense henchmen: Angels, albeit fallen ones.

 Bottomline, when you seek God and His purpose for your life, know that there are only a few things the Devil cares about, if I can say it that way. Make no mistake, he cares for

Ireland or something else

I prayed for over 16 years to be able to go to Ireland. On February 15th that prayer was fulfilled. I remember when Ireland first came into my thoughts…I spoke of it as “her,” and courted it by reading about “her” and asking as much as I could about “her,” to anyone who had spent time with “her.” It was, by all accounts, a relationship that carried my heart.

As with any relationship that matters and demands the strength to endure more, there comes a time to have the infamous

“DTR” Define The Relationship. All the romanticism and epic dream-work that I had allowed to serenade my thoughts of Ireland had finally run their course. There comes a time when, no matter how compliant and patient Love is, you simply must taste, see and have it in front of you, confront every part of it, ask it for forever, and leave or stay with the answer given.

The entire endeavor to Ireland was steeped in potential future Missionary work, and much like that confronted Love I urged before, I had to come to see, taste, smell and be with Ireland. I’ve been trying dearly to lean into God on this trip and hear from Him what He would tell me about Ireland. As He would have it, He has been dousing all the remaining romantically lit notions I did not admit were still burning strong. He does this out of Love, for artificial light can never be kindled and therefore can never spread.

Ireland is no longer is