Everyday it seems I have another miracle story in my life. I want to wite everyday but lack that discipline: I prefer storytelling and conversation. I think I am going to work on this much more deliberately now. I suddenly feel the import and the gift of this hub to be used indeed to get about the Father's work.
Suddenly, it is more of a reporting of the works in my life.

I live with two of the most generous, true Disciples of Christ. I am so blessed by this friendship and family. Whether from understanding what a Family Night really is when there is joy and the Lord - laughter, fun, simplicity of togetherness - to the understanding of what true service is: feeding the hungry and homeless with such selflessness that I am in constant inner-reflection of my own ego and shortcomings.

Honestly I don't know where to start with the changes and the (I think) amazing stories with changes as they occur and deepen my walk with the Lord everyday.

Although there are pressing and immediate stories of prayer and healing, let me start with church in the park and feeding the hungry. No brands, no labels, no names of their restaurant: I am honored to be working with these guys, Jim and Jerry Gore, to practice selflessness and service. What comes to them so naturally I am approximating as I unlearn business and ways of the world. How freeing! I have to say that is one of the most used words and thoughts and gratitude prayers I have now. I am so free, giving my burden to the Lord.

My Sister Friend Teresa and I always used to say, " Who KNEW Jesus was so much fun?!" It is, just so true. Jim is in his element making stir fried rice with ribeye steak, Brunswick stew, smoked chicken and pulled pork. I mean this is real food, cooked fresh and hot.

So on this particular Sunday my lesson was (oh, Once again) Ego and Humility.

Always having to relearn my tendency to improve, organize, streamline, improve... oh let's just use the right words: TAKE CONTROL... as I learn to yield... immediately I am faced with another inner work station. Judgment. They don't even say thank you, these folks. Most of them. And, they leave their trash. And, they take way more than they can eat and just leave it. And, they ask for entire cases of things. And, And, And. I told Jimmy that I could feel myself working out these inner demons in real time. It was almost like.... I could see Jim looking over his big cooker he made saying, with a slight grimace and nod, "That's not how we do it here" the same way he taught my little dog to not bare her teeth in thinking she needed defense.

SIGH.

Overwhelmed by the prayer and the actions God took right before me -  watching the pastor friend weep. Watching the mothers sing for the children. What sort of gratitude did I think I was looking for?

This is a pastor in a small tiny town that has left his building and invited his church to come to the people on Sunday. They did not. They did not come and we are so so blessed to be a part of Pastor Brendon's uber local, no-frills Sunday services for the homeless.

Indeed, much more blessed as the servants and creating and deepening my humbling heart.

I thank God literally every single day that He saved me, changed my life so completely and ripened my inner heart. Always a piece of work-in-progress, I am grateful beyond the ability to express it.