Following God's Plan

    As I wrote about in previous posts, in the late fall of 2011 I felt God's called to a different university. That university turned out to be in Fayetteville. This was a few more hours away from home, but I knew this is what God wanted. As I packed mine and my parent's car with all my "stuff" on that early Saturday morning, I prayed that this wasn't a selfish endeavor. I prayed that I truly was seeking God's will for my life at this moment. 

    During one of our stops, my parents asked me if I was sure this is what I was supposed to do or even wanted to do. The past few months were spent dreaming of how awesome the U of A would be. I think they wanted to make sure that I didn't get wrapped up in it. I immediately told them no, but then questioned myself inside. Was this selfish? I sure hoped not.

    Saturday night my family spent the night in my apartment because it was the first night in the place I'd be living by myself. I've never done anything like this. Honestly, them staying the night made me feel so much more comfortable about the situation. Sunday morning we went to CrossChurch Fayetteville. We heard many good things from friends so we wanted to check it out. As we walked in, we all noticed how small the building which was a definite change from my home church in Bryant. Come to find out, this church has three campuses. It started in Springdale and branched out to Fayetteville and Pinnacle Hills because they felt they weren't reaching all of northwest Arkansas with the one campus. CrossChurch Fayetteville was celebrating their one year of being a church. Let me just share with you what God has done at this church in one year.

340 Professions of Faith           263 Baptisms                                 

                584 New Members            1,411 Avg. Attendance

    If that is NOT the work of God, WHAT IS?? When I saw these numbers, I was in awe. Then I wondered how 1,411 people fit in that small building. Well, so many people want to come that they have FOUR church services on Sundays. Three in the morning and one at night. THAT is what I call some loving servants of the church.

    As worship began, tears filled my eyes. I had no idea why I was crying. I was overwhelmed. This was such a tender surreal experience like nothing I've ever had before. I felt the God of the universe wrap his arms around me and assure me this was his plan. HOW COOL IS THAT? I'm still speechless. No words can ever describe the feeling I had in that moment. 

    I was worried about finding a church in Fayetteville. It wasn't hard to find a church in Conway so I just assumed that I wouldn't 'get off' that easy here. Boy, was I wrong?! I knew, in that moment, that CrossChurch is the church I am supposed to serve in. How awesome is our God? 

In each experience I try to find some sort of take away and it's pretty obvious to me this time. 

    Who am I to think God won't take care of me in every situation? 

    When did God ever do anything half-way? 

    I cannot do anything without Him.