As we were preparing to leave, a girl approached us and told us she thought that i shouldn’t have written that to people in a disaster, because it doesn’t seem like God loves them if this happened to them.
Today i got some rough news. A friend of mine who has struggled with ups and downs in his walk with God called me to let me know that he is giving up on Jesus for a while.
So this evening we’ll watch the Passion with a few friends, then on Easter Sunday we’ll throw a party, complete with games and a skit…
From the shower, i yelled at my roommate, “You’re a punk!”
As he tore out of the house, he yelled back, “You’re ridiculous!”
Dinner was a bit awkward. Durk and Shirley apparently hadn’t spoken much English recently, because they kept switching to their own language.
Clive finally came, and we sat down on the beach. About ten feet away a young lady sat down. I wondered to myself if we should talk to her about God. She looked thoughtful, like there was stuff churning inside…
Our trip to Thailand means fun in the sun, time to meet with our heavenly Father, time to spend with good friends, rest and restoration–and time to make a decision about the future…
She showed up to the fellowship with a book of songs, and before the end had led us in most of our song time.
Lift up your eyes to the cross, and you become healed. God has been reminding me of that a lot recently.
