21 Days of Prayer and Fastingਨਮੂਨਾ

C. OUR. AGE.

Marv, 73, and I, 72, sat tackling next week's calendar. Clean house and linens, like surgically clean, for bringing Marv home Wednesday, the same day he has hip surgery. Sign papers on building lot in Idaho. Schedule physical therapy. Call appliance repair. The fridge which belongs to the new owners of our home is dying. Hire a crew to move us into a trailer, then to Sandpoint. Pack. And, by far the biggest to me, but not to be written on the calendar: find MEGA courage to leave kids, grandkids, and friends. To follow Marv's heart (and new hip) as he leads us to this new piece of land that he believes God is calling us to so that we can serve in ways yet to be discovered.

Then there it is as I scroll to find someone to clean our house after the movers empty it: the invitation to write a short devotion on Joshua 1:9.

"Haven't I commanded you? Strength! Courage! Don't be timid; don't get discouraged. God, your God, is with you every step you take." The MSG.

Subtle, God, very subtle. I can surrender to your faithful voice that's led me my entire life, that I can read again today but barely hear over the whine of the dying fridge.

P.S. Yes, God, I see…again… you're asking me to fast from control and feast on trusting you.

- Rosie Harris, Bellingham campus