Last week the Lord gave Carol a word for me.  That word was “resolve.”  As I explained in my last blog post, the Lord brought Carol and I under conviction about our actions in seeking a professional role outside of the ministry and businesses I have been given.   The word resolve became critical, because the Lord also asked me to shut the doors I had opened.   Before the week was over I turned down two job offers that had come through my active search for work.   I told Carol at one point “I can’t believe I’m sending lifeboats away;” however, I also understood clearly what the Lord was telling me.  Carol was already firmly planted in her certainty of this direction…the word “resolve” was truly for me.  So here we are starting a new week with the knowledge and commitment that God is our everything.   He is the provision, the safety net, the course…everything.

This weekend was once again a great time in the life of Simplicity.   On Thursday a friend who is a true man of prayer made a commitment to join us every other Tuesday as we pray over our city.  The Lord has already begun to give him a direction for prayer over the South Bluff neighborhood.     Saturday we were back at the bus transfer station.   My most memorable interaction was with a man who asked me:  “Why are you doing this?”  When I told him that God had instructed us to do it, he began to laugh.  I told him, that God may not be someone he acknowledged, but the truth of the fact still remained.

Yesterday during our service we had two different men walk in from off the street.  The first man was Jim.  Jim was leaving his apartment, because he was having conflicts with his neighbors.  As I drove Jim to where he needed to go, Jim went on and on about his need for a good woman in his life.   I reminded him that he needed to discover his identity in Christ first and then worry about finding the right woman.    When I got back to the church another man I had met a few weeks earlier was back.  In his drunkenness, he couldn’t remember that he had been there before, but he did recognize me.  Daniel’s story was still the same, no money, no food, hoping to go to San Antonio.   We provided him a few cans of Vienna Sausage and some chips; however, he told us we were “weird” because we didn’t have anything for him to drink.