I think my new favorite word is “dang.”

Yeah, yeah, I know it is the polite substitute for something else. But it carries a force that is greater than “wow.” (Good thing I’m covered by grace, huh?! 🙂 )

I’m basking in the afterglow of having been obedient and the word that keeps bouncing off the hollow walls on my inner head is “dang!”

I’ve been praying, thinking, meditating and doing all sorts of other “ing” type of things ever since returning from Brasil. I’ve seen the proverbial light and thought I understood what I was supposed to do and who I was supposed to call concerning the state of the work in Ubaúna. God opened the floodgates there last month and the call to eternal life has created a gush of folks accepting his invite. We are on the verge of a building being started; we have kids eating a good meal every day for the first time ever; people who never considered the life of a follower are asking questions. Even the Evil One is smarting over the butt kicking he received at the hands of the Almighty.

But we don’t have someone on the ground to lead the charge.

That has been my nemesis.

I know who is supposed to be there. This morning I called him. We were both blown away, just in two different ways. He never saw it coming and had to pick himself up off the ground; I had to contend with my heart racing at about 200 beats per minute and try to talk as though I was as cool as a cucumber (I felt as nervous as a teenager asking the girl he has a crush on out on a date!).

I love it when I see others as shocked as I often am when God does what he says he is going to do.