Sometimes God throws a huge curve ball right at you. He takes your 5 year plan, holds it to your nose and asks you if you are willing to live in obedience to Him. After you tell Him yes, he takes your so-called plan and he tears it up and throws it in the wind, and lays down a new plan, and says, “Here, this one is MY plan.”
I have found that living by faith can seem like driving a winding road through the mountains on the darkest night. All you can see is the next 4 feet of road that is lit up by your brights, while to the side of you, just inches away, is a cliff. You know the road right ahead is safe, but the rest of the road remains unseen. For the four feet in front of you, you are good, and after those four are traveled, you know the next four are good too. But, the road 5 miles ahead… yea, you don’t know what that looks like, but you keep driving…because…faith.
Faith, is taking the small steps one at a time and trusting the long road to Jesus.
I had a five-year plan. It was a good plan; a safe one. The Lord asked me to release that and let Him lead.
Denver came home 4 weeks ago and told me that he was offered a job in Washington D.C. I told him that I had a plan, and Washington D.C. was not in this said plan. Then, he said he had been reading Joshua, and the Lord was commissioning the Israelites to cross the Jordan and take the promised land. And, I told him that God was talking to the Israelites and not to Denver Duncan…. And, the “Promised Land” was definitely NOT Washington D.C. As soon as he told me that he felt a confirmed call, I knew I had better begin packing.
After I cried a few tears in the car, I called my friend Chandra. The friend who is dear enough to tell me the truth in almost every circumstance. She prayed for me. She prayed “Lord, we live our life with open hands, willing and ready to be obedient in all things…” And then I cried some more. As she said those words, I knew that this was the Lord’s commissioning, and my tight grip was what held me back. I could not longer use “my plan” as an excuse to wave in my husband’s face as a reason to stay. If I am a believer who chooses to live a life of radical obedience to the Lord, I must have faith that His ways are better than my own. His plan far exceeds my own.
We are moving.
We are moving to Washington D.C.
I never ever thought I would say those words, but here I am saying them one thousand times over, just to make myself believe them.
Denver took a job at Waterfront Church DC as the worship pastor. Waterfront is a church plant in the Navy Yard district of D.C. We will be living about 2 miles north in Capitol Hill, which is 15 blocks east of the capitol building. (If you have any other specific question, feel free to text or message us! ) We are excited to live this adventure that God has commissioned us to do. We feel honored that the Lord is choosing our little family to do His B I G work.
We are moving in March. We are moving into the DC metro. We recently took a trip to find a place to live, and I will be downsizing to a 2 bedroom town home. (Not the town homes pictured above…I’ll post more pics later) I have to get rid of nearly half of our possessions… which thrills me and overwhelms me all in the same breath. The three kids will share a room, which is convenient since they already do anyway. (ha)
I will keep you all posted on future details, and it looks like I will have to blog more often since so many loved ones will be here in Oklahoma wanting to keep in touch! A friend of mine is taking our beloved chickens and I hope to help with urban gardening at the kid’s school and the community gardens in D.C. I’ve already eye-spyed some places to get my hands dirty!
We are beyond excited, and we are scared to death. We are happy for adventure, but sad to be so far from dear family. We are anxious to arrive, yet savoring everyday we have here. Limbo is hard. Pray for us, if you will.
Thank you friends!