My latest ramblings.
My latest ramblings.
I’m on a journey, to really find out how good God is and learn to receive it.
I also love to fly. I always have. There is something so freeing about it, just being in the sky with nothing holding you back.
I spent hours in a flight simulator growing up. Flying everything from four engine Boeings to single prop Cessnas. I loved it! For my 18th birthday, my parents took me out to the airport and sent me out for a flying lesson. It is the best gift anyone has ever given me. The instructor knew that I wasn’t planning on continuing lessons and that I spent many hours in the simulator. He took care of ATC communications, but let me do all the flying. It was incredible. I did some S turns and circles.
My dad has also always shared a desire to fly. Last May, my sister, mom an I bought him a RC plane. After getting it all put together, he took the plane out for it’s maiden flight. After a few minutes and a decent landing, he let me fly. I was hooked. I started watching a bunch of videos on YouTube about RC hobby, and found FliteTest.
FliteTest sells inexpensive foam kits to help people get into the hobby. One of the hosts, David Windestål, is a big multirotor fan, especially the tricopter. Quads are cool, but feel and look so robotic. A tricopter, though, flies so gracefully. It uses a mechanical device to turn and so turns much like an airplane but has all the same qualities of a multirotor.
So I went on the FliteTest store and bought a kit. There was a link to an electronics kit so I went ahead and got that too. I had a blast putting it together. Most things snapped together, but I had to drill some holes and do some soldering. Also got to do some code editing :).
Ever get mad at God? I do. A few months ago I was mad. Really really mad at Him. So mad that I basically stood in the shower for half an hour just swearing at Him. If you know me, you know that I hardly ever swear – but I was letting it out on Him.
I’d be lying if I said I even remember what I was mad about. I’ve been in this season of finding some deep inner healing, and that was in the thick of it. Something about how He ditched me when I needed Him the most. Something about how He, God of the universe, let me down and didn’t carry through. It hurt so much. I can honestly say that I was feeling the most pain I had ever felt in my life up until that point and I couldn’t deal with it. It was the most honest, blunt, and real conversation I had had with the Lord in months.
All that stuff boiling up inside of me was released.
And you know what, it was a turning point. The impossible happened next. I got out of the shower, got dressed and found my roommate, Drew. Drew had no idea what was going on inside of me. All I could think of was to ask him to prophecy over me.
So I asked and he prophesied over me. And one-by-one, in order, Drew shared God’s response to each thing I was mad about. It was incredible. I was crying. I think I left a giant pool of tears on the couch that night. But the very impossible happen that night. The Lord of Lords and the Hosts of Hosts comforted me. And showed me just how much He loved me and was always with me, through it all.
How is this an art of being pissed at God? I guess the art is in the rawness of relationship. If your mad or angry at God let him know.
Have you ever been pissed off at God? Share your stories in the comments below.
As you know, I have this impossibly big vision for Bemidji. I’m chasing after that dream.
I stumbled upon this video on Youtube. It’s an amazing video. Go check it out. Basically, Cocacolla company put an ATM on the streets of Spain, except there was something different about it. Instead of letting people withdraw money from their account, it offeres to give the person 100 Euros for free. On one condition. The person receiving the money has to agree to share it with someone else.
So good. It included some videos of how people were spending that money and blessing others.
I was in tears.
And I was inspired. I promptly went to the bank, withdrew 200 dollars and started putting together four envelopes, each with 50 dollars. My plan, follow in the footsteps of Cocacola. Offer the envelopes to whomever wanted them, on the condition they share it with others. No gimics, no agenda. Just to send them off to bless someone else.
I shared the video on my Facebook timeline with an invitation to receive $50 for free.
I thought for sure that the four envelopes would be gone in a matter of seconds. Except not one person asked for one. I was hurt. I had this big dream and not a single person wanted to join me.
Maybe it just wasn’t the right timing.
I was having lunch with the paster of the local church I attend, Destiny Fellowship. I asked him if I could try again. He gave me the go ahead, but it was close to 7 weeks before I was able to share my vision with the church. But I did this morning!
I was a bit nervous in the days leading up to this. What if no one took the envelopes.
But I had this opportunity to share my vision with the church, so I wrote it out, practiced it a few times. I stood up there this morning. It was great to hear people vocalizing their agreement as I shared my vision and invited them to come grab an envelope after the service.
I was so blessed. Within a few minutes, a young lady came up to me and asked for an envelope. What a great heart! Then a friend came up. I thought he was going to ask for an envelope. Instead he offered to throw more money into the pot. Wow!! I now had five envelopes, and one already out. Over the next 20 minutes or so, I proceded to hand out the remaining envelopes.
I can’t wait to hear testimonies of how these five amazing men and women are going to use them to bless others in the community. I’ll be sure to post them here.
How do you bless those around you?
Repost from My Vision page. [also check that one out for updateness]
I have this unimaginably big vision for the city I live in. Like really big. I’ve had it for a while, but it was recently given words after reading this amazing book by Kris Vallotton called Heavy Rain. He started talking about his vision for Redding (the city he lives in). I want the same thing here in Bemidji.
I’m still working on some of the wording (and my own). Here is what I hope to see in Bemidji:
My heart is to see Bemidji wake up and realize who it is. For it, and every citizen in Bemidji and surrounding area to know who they were created to be.
What if Bemidji is the tipping point? The place the history books write about where it all started (not happend, but started). Is it possible that one city could break the barrier of naysayers and doubters like Roger Bannister did the four-minute mile? Will history record a massive global revival that dramatically lowers the crime rate to the point where children can play in the streets at night again, reduces the divorce statistic, causes cancer to be spoken of in the past tense like smallpox and so stimulates the economy through generosity that there is literally no poor among us? Could the transformation go so deep and be so broad that joy fills every home; people stop abusing their children; immoral businesses like drugs and pornography dry up; and abortion is considered a barbaric, inhumane act like cannibalism?
What if signs and wonders became so frequent that God’s glory literally hovered over cities like a mist and people found life just by traveling through.
I believe that Bemidji is destined to fulfill all of this. I live to see that happen. You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I know that am not the only one.
Your turn – what is your vision for the area you live in?
Gasping for air
No shore in sight
A dream realized.
I was stuck. My wildest dreams and ambitions are happening. I have no doubt in my head – the last bit that hasn’t, will. It’s only a matter of time.
I am so excited.
I was depressed.
I couldn’t figure out why. The more things happened, the more depressed I got. It didn’t make sense. I started believing lies. I knew they were lies, but I didn’t care. I feel into sin, but I didn’t really care. I knew I was falling apart, but I didn’t really care. I knew I was stronger than the things beating me up, but no desire to overcome.
The things I wanted to happen most were happening, yet I felt so powerless. Read more