I've seen a wonderful thing

You know, it just stands to reason that if you are an integral part of something and then God transitions you then other people who are a part of that something will have to transition also.

I'm talking about our Wednesday night group that we meet with as a type of house church. Larry and I were the "leaders" of this group. Some saw us a spiritual "father and mother". This group grew up around us and we've been together with these folks for about 18 months. The main message that came from us to them was that you have freedom in God to do, live, be what ever he establishes in your life. As far back as the first of this year (maybe even last year) things began to change. We did not seem to have any direction. Our get-togethers became somewhat chaotic. Ok, sometimes really chaotic. I kept thinking Larry should do something. Larry is excellent at not doing something if he doesn't have a specific thing to do. I have a tendency to fall back on SOMETHING/ANYTHING and I think I was trying but it didn't work.

Then we realized we were moving away. Father was DONE with our part in the direction of this group. Finally we -all- began looking at what was happening and dialog began. At first it was a comment here or there. Dialog grew until last week an email was sent out from one saying "Hey, I'd like to talk about this - would you?". So the Wednesday night discussion last week was the first steps up the mountain to meet with the God who IS our direction.

If you see each person as having a particular sound like a musical note and God being the author of the score then you can use this analogy. The sound coming from the page was somewhat discordant as the notes tried to find their way out into the open. Never mind being put in place at that moment - just getting out into the atmosphere was challenge enough.

Through the week Larry and I talked with a few as they processed what they had heard. The joy of our hearts was to see that everybody was looking for the path up - not the way out. So LAST night the conversation was brought to order as the Spirit chose his vessels for the evening and pointed the way. Feet were definitely headed up the mountain and eyes were looking upward. The notes, though not yet settled, were finding their place on the staff.

Larry and I have not led or been in charge of these conversations. The beauty of it to me was that last night I felt like just one of the group that makes up this collective heart. I did not feel like a leader and I knew that even if Larry and I were not moving away I would not have to leave in order for this transition to take place.

For Larry and I this is great joy. This is a transition from being one who stands at the base of the mountain waiting for their Moses to come down and tell them what God is saying to being one who goes up the mountain for himself, hand in hand with those that God has given him to be in community with.

There is no leader. There is freedom in the Spirit for each one involved to be and do as directed by that ONE who is the head of us all.

Wow. I don't think this post really conveys the immensity of what I feel and see in this situation but I know that I am once again fascinated by what God can do and how he does it.

And once again I am glad to find out that I have been with Him on a journey.