This past week has been very encouraging, very tiring and very scary. Encouraging because God has already honored my faith in this season of my life. Tiring because I have driven about 1300 miles in the last 5 days. Scary because I am moving out in faith and God isn't telling me what is going to happen... He just said, "Go" so I'm going.
As most of ya'll know, I am now a resident of Marietta, GA (where, apparently, "everything is betta" - according to an advertising slogan I heard). Getting from last Sunday to this Sunday was pretty serious:
My brother Chris and I had been talking for a couple of weeks about how we really wanted to see each other before I moved. Last Sunday I was talking about it with him again and looking at the resources God has given me to steward. I said, "Bro, if I can make $700 by Wednesday, I will come up there. If I can't, then I just won't be able to spend that money (for the trip) in faith." Meaning of course that I was putting my faith out there that God would allow me to make that amount and I could "justify" spending $100 for a two day trip to New Jersey.
Well, in the afternoon on Sunday, a sister blessed me with $150. I was REALLY encouraged! Then, Monday, I got an email from a guy who had been in a couple of classes with me at VCU. He wanted to get massage lessons from me, so that he could bless his mother and friends with good massages. We made plans to get together on Tuesday for the first 3 hours of the 6 that it takes for me to teach the full-body routine. Then I went to a massage appointment I had for that night. It was a 90 minute massage (that actually ran closer to two hours) and the client almost tripled what she would have been charged, as a gift to me (she "owed" me $110 and she gave me $300). Long story short (kinda): God came through with more money than I'd asked for and that allowed me to go up to New Jersey on Wednesday night. I left to come back to Richmond on Friday night and got in on Saturday morning. Saturday, I had to teach the other three hours of lessons and I saw a few more friends and said good-bye. I said good-bye to my sister and I drove down to ATL. I got here about 8:45 AM and service at the Father's House begins at 10, so I just went straight there. Service went until about 2 and then they had a reception/birthday party for Bishop Boone (58 today). SO, I got to Marietta about 3:30PM and I shopped the prices for hotels for a little while until I decided on La Quinta.
SOOOOOO, by faith, I have travelled back and forth to New Jersey and I moved to Atlanta, knowing nothing except that God wants me to go to Chiropractic school at Life University. 5 days and 1300 miles later, I am sitting here exhausted, getting ready to go to bed. La Quinta is my home until next Sunday. I wonder what will happen this week? I'm going to get some stuff done tomorrow and start looking for a job and a place to live on a more permanent basis. :)
Agape,
Joe
"Save Gomer!"
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