wading and wild waves

Somewhat a bitter-sweet evening at Leen's place. Bitter due to departures and the pain involved in separation. Sweet because the group was so healthy for me - such a safe haven in which I could share, be accepted despite my querks and most importantly grow strong in the Lord. Momentum is picking up and now all of the group seems to desire a disciplined spiritual life. We've just started Celebration of Discipline by Richard Foster and I was beginning to really learn from the input of my homegroup friends. Yet, in true Genevan style, some people are moving on, and life must go on. That implies transformation make-overs for the group, and I can't be a part of it. :( Yikes. Not realistically anyway. This transition phase is the right time to leave. And besides, going to several group regularly is not a good option. I am learning to be committed and not spread myself too thin. So, that was officially my last week before Clément and I get caught into the whirlwind of Francophone ministry. It may be a disaster, no one may ever come to our group - but we're going to take this risk - even if it is for one life touched by amazing grace. So here goes the leap from the comfort of the wading pool into the unknowns of the deep ocean..