Fin.

Perfection is a difficult mark to take hold of.
Perfect contentment, peace, hope, faith... really God?

"Be anxious for nothing"?
"In all things, with prayer and petition"?

Wow. This is an extreme God.

Wow. This is an all encompassing faith.

Wow. What is going to take to be all in?


Christ in me, the hope of glory. The Spirit of the living God leading my every moment. It takes being yielded completely to the Holy Spirit.

My perspective must change.

Today.

Here it is: To focus my mind on the finished work of Jesus Christ my savior. He is risen indeed! He has overcome the grave! Shout it among the nations, whisper it to your soul, picture it in your mind. Jesus has conquered death! Satan has lost all His authority in heaven on earth because Jesus has been “given all authority in heaven on earth”. End of story. Satan lost. We won. It is FINISHED.

FINISHED.

Don’t [we] dare miss that point.

We fight from victory; not for it.

He has made us a victorious people… you are not a sinner saved by grace… if you know the living Lord, then you are a saint for you were a sinner saved by grace. You were saved and now you became a saint.

The finished work of Calvary should rule my thoughts.

Finished.

We belong.

Camp fire stories.

This falls into that category.

Here we are, the two of us, you and I. Connected via the world wide web. For you this may be a coffee shop browsing, or a home couch lounging, or an office distraction: but for me it's a campfire story.

Blazing in front of me is the four foot flame that I just nurtured into life. Sorry tree. You had to go somehow... the stars are out for the second night. They are little "holes to heaven" if you talk to Jack Johnson, or if you are speaking to Brooke Frasure then they are there "just to show us, we belong.". As for me, they are memories hidden, and futures prepared.

In fact, these sprinkles across the sky are so majestic, so vast, that they seem to set all things back to zero. My future, my past, my friends, my wife, my dreams, my experiences, they all are captured in that moment.

These holes to heaven really do remind me that I belong.

The camp fire blazes and all is settled. All is peace. All is free.

We belong.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

One word, I want it to define my life.

Hallelujah

The word that sums up creation.

In fact, this word is the purpose of life; not 42, not live long and prosper, not change the world, just hallelujah.

Praise the Lord. Hallelujah.

That's what it means. It means that the king of kings is being lifted up. Hallelujah is what angels and elders are singing in heaven. It is what the mountains are crying out.

All creation is meant for the Lord's praise.

It is my highest calling, it is my highest form of destiny.

I will praise the Lord.

I will put hallelujah on my lips.

You might consider putting it on yours.

Journey.

Day one: Drive
Two: Introduction
Three: Wet work

Those were the "bullet point summaries" for those of you who have ADD and will glance at the blog and then leave...

The drive was epic in one sense only: The gas light.
It definitely came on a few miles before I was to Hume, but here was the problem: I drove past the last turn and wound into a canyon about 25 miles too far! Ended up being more than an hour out of my way...

How did I make it you ask?

Prayed.

Yep.

I wound all the way DOWNHILL... which meant with gas waning... when I turned around... gas-draining travel.

So I put a piece of paper over my gauge and began to tell the Lord that I couldn't make it without him, and that I would rather not have to camp out here in the middle of nowhere that night... with no cell service...

He put what I needed in my tank and I made it back... crazy!

God is awesome.

In other news, but with short time on-hand: Hume is amazing... so absolutely gorgeous, and I am making tons of friends. Great community, great work, great food, great experience...

The only downside is that I miss you guys...

to be cont.

Kendall