Imperfecting My Krump

I’ve been reaping a lot of benefits from giving myself the permission to not be perfect. 

 

Last night, several young women in their 20’s and I gathered to learn how to “krump”.  Okay, so I’m not 20 someting, but I held my own for at least three minutes.  I didn’t look anything like the real krumpers.  Okay, so I looked more like Elaine from Seinfeld, yet no one seemed to mind. 

 

 

Night before last, several of us gathered to worship and ask God for creative ways to experience Him.  Ashley prayed and got our her journal, Leah lead us in worship music, Emy sketched in charcoal from what she felt God laying on her heart, Jenny drew in pastels an image of Jesus, and I wrote a poem.  We were experimenting and expecting God to show up in creative ways.  He did.  

 

The night concluded with God showing up in the form of Bruce.  Bruce was mowing our lawn in that southern humidity that makes your chest heavy.  I could see him out the window listening to our music coming through the windows.  I offered him a glass of water and to come in.  He soon joined in and started playing some worship tunes he knew.  We heard his story, or at least a part of it.  We prayed together and experienced God in a creative way. 

 

 

This is my prayer this week, as very soon our little troop of dreamers will be hitting the road.  We thought it would be an RV tour, but it looks like we’ll start in tents.  We thought it would be six months, looks like it will be a little less perfect six weeks.  We thought we’d have it all figured out by now, we don’t have much figured out except we are supposed to go and trust God. 

 

We thought is was going to be or at least should be perfect.  Frankly, if that had to be the case, I would have given up.  God compels me to keep pushing, keep going, keep trusting, and allow myself the space to be imperfect and let Him show up in creative ways.  

 

Stay tuned for more details about the tour….