The House of Happiness is nestled in a little valley, next to a stream, in the Blue Ridge mountains in VA. Every year we go. Every year we cry, laugh, play games, walk and have life changing encounters with God. This year as I looked around, it was bittersweet. God has increased our group and brings new women every week almost, it seems lately.
I sat on the bridge over the stream, Saturday morning. Wrapped in a blanket, my winter coat and rockin' the flip flops still...:) Listened to Audrey Assad. Prayed through Zephaniah 3:17. My struggle is with selfishness and with wanting control over my future. It seems like not making a decision is a decision, but Jesus said clearly to me this week over and over again that He loves me. And the question becomes do I trust that love? In my head I do. My heart struggles with it.
But that first night as Andy prayed over me unexpectedly, I heard you again, Jesus.
And as we shared our brokenness and prayed for each other as a group....as the Body came together and loved like Jesus....it seemed what You have called me to is not so hard. If You carry me.
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