Fumbling through this

I feel like Jacob after he wrestled with the angel/Lord all night. Been that sort of day and humbling (in a fumbling sort of way) for me. I have the direction that I need now though.

After talking with several friends yesterday and taking the time to prayerfully sleep on making a decision, I have come to a final decision. I am not going to be a part of the East Village plant or community. While it was/is totally possible for me to be with them, it just isn't ultimately most profitable. Now I let the UES and my all estrogen life group pour into me even more ... and wait ... until God and his timing bring TGC Bronx into reality. All of this fumbling and wrestling makes me so aware of how God loves me so much that he would let me wrestle until I come to the best path that he's had for me all along. C'est la vie.