there is work time, play time, ministry time.
and it's really quite silly, to be honest.
i look at jesus.
to him, it was all one.
just time.
to be.
{JT sitting on Kev's lap for hours while we had company. so many hours in fact that he passed out and slept in kev's arms. too precious}
shouldn't ministry, or mission, be inched into the very fabric of every walking moving breathing moment we have?
jesus,
the one we pray we model,
seemed to always do his best work in the most human of circumstances.
in his walking, in his drinking, in his eating.
jesus needed water and sat at a well.
hello woman at the well!
boom,
miracle,
her life is transformed,
her town hears the gospel.
and all because human jesus needed a drink.
there he goes, using his humanly needs as a chance to love and share freedom.
literally.
literally.
{one night after Bible study, a few students stayed around to talk. So we made waffles, cause that's the normal thing to do, right? }
the divine happens to
occur along the way.
unexpected.
{chef jojo helping me make peach cobbler. seriously, how can you resist that face?!?}
some really wonderful people wrote
"{these moments} will seem like interruptions, but if you begin to look for God's fingerprints in your day and in every relationship, in every coffee shop, in every conversation you have with your neighbor, there's a good chance you will begin to see God's incarnational presence"
incarnational.
"to take on flesh"
and so we pray that we take on the flesh of Christ.
the one who was never in a hurry,
never shooed anyone away.
but was an open house to
the hurting,
the broken,
the lost,
and the deprived.
all along the way.
a few weeks ago,
i ran home from the gym, and being that it's been hotter than the blazes this Fall,
i was a drippy mess.
new neighbors moved in below us, and as I headed down the path towards our house, a man walked along side me that I didn't recognize.
"hi" I beamed, "i'm katie, I live above you"
"francisco" came his reply with a smile.
"do you have a new baby?" I asked with curiosity at the cute squeals and cries I had been hearing.
"yes, do you want to meet her? come on in..."
now i had a to-do list longer than life, AND was making puddles from all my sweat.
but this was a miracle- an invitation to do life with my neighbors.
i walked in, and looked around.
there she sat, proud mama and sweet baby.
carmen and victoria.
i washed my hands (and arms too!)
and held victoria for 45 minutes while I chatted with Carmen.
despite our varied life stages, we were kindred spirits.
i left feeling SO alive and inspired.
this.
this is why i moved into the neighborhood.
to incarnate the love of Christ in relationship.
movement towards Christ on a journey with others.
i'm so glad my busyness didn't affect the spontaneous.
christ owns time, and as his daughter, i have it.
lots of it.
so may we walk and talk and love as one.
no compartments.
just one big open house.
so may we surrender our time to Abba's
and may he stake a sign,
that boldly proclaims
"OPEN HOUSE"
on our home
and more importantly our hearts.
and may the fine print read,
come in
come in
for there is always room in the kingdom.
{story time with JT}
{precious time with our sweet god-daughter}
live as an open house today dear one.
not a compartment.
much love,
Katie
"the word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. we saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like father, like son, generous inside and out, true from start to finish. "
- John 1:14, the Message
