Our family just returned back to Texas from our annual trip to the mountains of Colorado. Every summer we make the twelve hour journey to see our “heart family” as we call them for our children’s benefit. We spend a weekend worshiping and learning with each other and then usually a few days playing afterwards.
This year, the Waldo Canyon Fire erupted just about a week before we were supposed to leave. The fire grew quickly and as I’m sure you all saw on the news, spread down into Colorado Springs destroying some 347 homes, killing two, and leaving a scar that will take years to heal, both physically and emotionally.
We were uncertain as to what would happen with the Gathering, many people were either evacuated or on pre-evacuation notice in the area, and many were speaking out that it was too dangerous to go ahead with our plans.
Here in Texas, we prayed and trusted the Father to speak to the leaders, whom we love and trust with our lives. Up until the hour that we were supposed to leave, plans for the Gathering did not change, so we forged ahead with our plans.
We saw an immediate response to our trust and faith, not just in the fact that the fire that had blazed almost out of control was forced into nearly 100% containment while we were there, but also in that the Father began to rain down His Spirit upon us from the beginning of the event.
I’m currently going through 5 type-written pages of what He did specifically in my own life, and when I’m ready, I’ll share portions of it here. I struggle with knowing how transparent to be, but yet, in being myself I am very open and honest. I am so thankful that we made the journey up there, and that the Father was so faithful to meet us. Fire refines us, burns away the dead edges, and I felt that fire this weekend. I feel the Father moving, and I’m excited to see where we’re heading.