I served my last church for 10 years. When I resigned I did not have a place of full-time ministry. It was a very, very difficult time for our family. You can’t tell by looking but my heart was broken as I preached this message and our family was devastated. This was my very last message to the people I had faithfully loved and led for ten years. I told them a story about about following God even when you are not sure where you are going.
What happened after that was a miracle–a series of miracles. It was an incredible spring and summer–a time I will never forget. God sent me to churches and camps and conferences in Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, New York, Michigan and Canada… He was so faithful. I preached 117 times, traveled thousands of miles and all our needs were met.
God protected us from determined enemies and protected our daughter and her little ones who were traveling through the darkest, most difficult waters. By the end of the summer I had been called to Bethel Church and in the fall I had finished my preaching on the road. By January we moved into our new home on Bittersweet Farm.
I wrote all about my travels and preaching in what I called The Red Jeep Journeys… You can search for them and read all about it.
