It Began In Norway

Yesterday we celebrated David’s 500^th blog.  That’s a lot of thinking.  That’s a lot of prayer.  That’s a lot of writing.  I read the comments by others and thought wow, Joyce, that was pretty lame.  I am not sure why I was so lame or if an excuse was really necessary.  Someone mentioned “roasting” him and I’ve never been good at that type of stuff so I procrastinated.  That might be my excuse but the truth is, it was just lame.

As I mentioned, I met David when we both went to Norway.  It seems like a long time ago now.  Except for the people who led the mission trip to Norway, he is the only one I’m still in touch with – I’d like to be in touch with some of the others but… we just aren’t.  My first impression of David was that he just oozed with energy and passion for the Lord.  That hasn’t changed other than he has more.

Yep, that's me, calling down heaven in an ancient Norwegian church.

I don’t know if I would be blogging if it hadn’t been for David, but I do know God used him to push me in this direction.  Several years ago, someone gave me a “word from the Lord.”  In it, they said that I would write a book.  Since then there have been similar “words” as well as lots of comments from all sorts of random people about writing a book.  David remembered this.  He remembered that I was supposed to write a book or books.  He pushed me.  He cajoled me.  He continues to do that when it comes to the book.

He also asked me to join Kingdom Bloggers.  It was a God thing.  I have my own blogs, Sounds of Hope and Storehouses of Snow, but Kingdom Bloggers seems to stretch me the most.  It also has given me fellowship.  I’ve never met any of my other fellow Kingdom Bloggers but they are like family.  We are different.  We bring different perspectives and experiences.  I imagine we could get into some pretty heated discussions on some issues too.  That’s what makes this experience so great.  It’s a lot like the body of Christ is supposed to operate.

We are different but we love each other, we care about each other, we pray for each other and we respect each other.  I don’t know for sure how the two Davids and Tony got together, but I am sure glad they asked me to join them.  I’m even “gladder” that I met David on a trip to Norway and he continues to push me to write.