What IF we lived like Jesus? What IF Imperfect love and Imperfect progress was enough?
What a beautiful weekend we had at the IF gathering in downtown Bentonville. I still haven’t processed the entire weekend. But one thing God is pressed hard into my heart through the speakers, worship, and conversations had is imperfect is enough. It’s what I wrote on my domino at the end of the weekend.
Let imperfect love and imperfect progress be enough. Because in Jesus I am enough.
I have been in church my entire life and I have never experienced community like I have in the past 4 months. I’ve had church friends. I attended youth events growing up and dabbled in different campus ministries in college. I served faithfully and joyfully for years. When Eldon and I got married, we tried a few groups at our church. I always felt welcomed but I never felt at home. That was partially my own doing, as I am slow to make new friends and don’t trust others easily. I’d rather be a wall flower than the life of the party. And my husband is the exact opposite – people naturally gravitate towards him and he has no problem making acquaintances and entertaining those around him. When we stepped out in faith several months ago and started looking for new churches, I was convinced I wouldn’t find what we were searching for and what God had placed on our hearts – not for lack of churches, but because of the hurt I (we) had experienced. When you feel like you spend most of your time on the outside of the inner circle, find yourself devastated by the works of the enemy, and have been wounded by by the brokenness of the world, you put up a wall built with mortar and stone. I wasn’t sure that my heart would be open to the place God was calling us. He wanted us in a place we could be transparent and vulnerable, but I didn’t trust that in calling us there he would also open up my heart to trust again.