The Call to California

This was not on my grid. Which is good reason to not try and "figure" out the will of God. Because of circumstances in our lives, we assume things. When CRI asked us to help them move to California, I thought sure, but we aren't staying. I still don't know what we're doing, but I'm finding little affirmations, that this may be the place for us in this season. All could be written off as "circumstantial evidence" I suppose. But God is Jehovah Sneaky sometimes....if he had showed me this I would have probably went back home, opened the dog shop back up and went back to shaving poodles. This is a God sized work. In other words, impossible. Maybe that is what I sense as the difference between Jamaica and this House of Prayer in the desert. One is normal humanitarian work, done all over the world, but this? This is Noah stuff. This is building an ARK in the desert. I don't even know what to call, THIS. It would seem that It is all that has been stored up in my heart for 16 years, wrapped up in one big package. Actually...I think it's more than what was stored in my heart...an allusion He hinted at 16+ years ago when He burned up all the empty selfish works I was doing and offered me a blank contract, one with His dream instead. I think I don't understand fully what the vision was He gave me yet, and I don't think my heart is anywhere near big enough to do what this appears to be developing into. That's a good thing..that means it didn't come from my heart, and I'm not capable of pulling anything off myself. Yes indeedy....Jehovah Sneaky. Ya gotta love Him!