I really didn’t know what to expect as I set up this 4×8 (ish) room for the first time. Boiling water, laying out hot chocolate and snacks, opening windows, letting in the light, and praying it would seep through all the dusty corners. I didn’t know who you were, and I didn’t know how we as a group would be.
As the year progressed, I listened as our conversations and discussions grew in depth and vulnerability. I was blessed by your genuine care and joy, and you pointed me to Jesus.
I love your thirsty desire to know God deeper, and your obedience in applying the truth of God’s Word. I love how you are not content to just simply accept the easy answers, and how you prayerfully wrestle and seek wisdom in difficult situations. I love your open disposition and eagerness to always be in the centre of God’s will. I love your generosity and readiness to celebrate those around you, and I have been overwhelmingly blessed by your love poured out on me in this way. It is yet another reminder of the love our Father has poured out on all of us. Something you have consistently reminded me of.
You have been my deep breath in the (literal) middle of my busiest days, and I am so deeply thankful for how the Lord has used you to speak and live truth. As our Wednesday afternoons have come to an end, thanks for being you with me, and my prayer for all of us is that we would continually stop and listen:
3 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4 and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you, 5 who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.
1 Peter 1: 3-5