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Less then a month to go...the beginning of the lasts.

Monday marked the 4 week point, 4 weeks till I get on the plane heading towards Norway. It’s very surreal. Last week was the first week of “lasts”. I had a few “last” meetings. It’s so strange to be in a meeting where most of what is discussed isn’t relevant practically coz I won’t be here. Surreal to feel so part and present, yet recognise that although I am part, I am not. I know there are going to be a lot more moments like that, and as I encounter those moments, I desire to find God’s heart in them. How can I make every situation and experience move me into discovering more of God’s heart? How can I use every opportunity to not just dwell on the fact that I’m leaving, but walk into what lies ahead with expectancy that it’s going to be exciting and good even if it’ll no longer be in Kansas City?

This past Tuesday I had my “last” prophecy team time. It was sad. So strange to go about “business as usual” yet know it was the last time with this team. They were so sweet; encouraging, blessing, praying, and prophesying over me. I felt so loved and privileged to have been entrusted such an awesome group of people to lead for a season and to see them grow in love for Jesus and love for others.

And so the journey of transition continues and I ask God to help me finish this race well and help me live fully, today. Every other day too, of course. But today I ask for today.

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