God is good all the time...

This weekend was filled with wonderful experiences. Friday evening began at our church a 24/1 prayer day. We hope to have a 24/7 sometime soon, where the church will be filled with prayer for 24 hours a day for the entire week. The 24/1 went over really well. Had a great start with a group of about 10 to 12 people to kick it off. Really beautiful. Different age groups. Fantastic.

Saturday, was a relatively relaxing day. We cleaned and then Jamie and I got to hang out together, while Kristine went and took care of a bunch of stuff that mommies don't ordinarily get to do, because they never have the time. Both Jamie and I and Kristine really enjoyed it.

Saturday evening we got to go to a Music School reunion of Kristine's parents. It was a joy to see them among their old colleagues and get to know a little more about their life as it was in Uzbekistan. I felt like I got to know them a little better.

Sunday, we went to a church service at one of our churches here about an hour away to translate some American guests from a ministry called LIVE (http://www.liveministriesonline.org/) check out the website. It was a great time with them. Very encouraging.

Sunday night, I went alone to Maulbronn (http://www.maulbronn.de/relaunch/e_800/html/maulbronn.php) check out this website if you want. I was invited to preach there to a group of people looking for more depth in their spirituality than what the state church (Lutheran Church or Catholic Church) is offering them. I cannot describe the blessing, which the Holy Spirit gave to me there. I thank God for his ever new confirmation of grace on my life. May I learn to understand and live from it more.

Concentrating in the last weeks on today. I want to be more open to hearing God today. Often, I get carried away and think about the kind of life I would like to one day be known for. I forget that I will never have that life, if I do not concentrate on today. I just want bigger ears, and a more patient heart for God's poured out word in my soul today. That His poured out word would necessarily produce action in my life. But an action, which I could never organize think up, or plan, rather an action, which springs forth from the spring of His labors in me.