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“if you want to be a great leader, he may even make you wait longer and harder because there is a greater fruit required in their lives that oftentimes comes from waiting and trusting.”
With every feeding program visited, mother prayed over, and child's exuberant laughter, our fixation was not on apparent barriers but on the Holy Spirit's ability to move and transform in the midst of the circumstances.
We were welcomed with gratitude and love, many of the group landing on unfamiliar soil and embarking on a week of uncharted waters, and all of the team expectant of what partnership with On Eagles' Wings would hold in the coming days. Knowing the small beginnings, exponential growth, and grand vision of its founders and operations, the coming months and years will surpass any earthly expectation.
City of deep thinkers, driven doers, dynamic dreamers. And yet, in a place consumed with innovation, intellect and the wisdom of man, the cobblestone streets resound with past moves of God, beckoning us to bow low in humility and awe before the God who sits enthroned high and above the circle of the earth.
New York City: crafted on the notion of freedom, positioned on the bedrock of liberty, and chosen as the vessel of REBIRTH—a city that prides itself on its independence and nonconformity. But when the layers are peeled back, you see multitudes longing to be loved. Known. Seen. Heard. We went in to shift the trend, of being strong, being independent, and being lost in one anothers’ own individual world.
Bold black letters contrasting the brightness of a yellow caution sign, ’Safe Place’; this building screamed the word ‘beacon’ as a lighthouse for the weary.
These are from the perspective of the refugees we met while serving at the Clarkston apartment complex.
Every step we took led us closer into an atmosphere thick with dark, suffocating grief. Piles of flowers and fading signs littered the fences and ground outside the nightclub. “Keep Dancing”, “Never Forget”, “Orlando Strong” covered every available inch. People kneeling down with hands clasped tight over their mouths in fear if they were to remove it the flood gates may let loose, but their quiet sobs could be heard in secrecy. Hot confusion radiated throughout the block with a steady pulse, like a fading heartbeat.
We have been blown away by all of the growth that has happened as we are coming to a close on the glorious year of 2015. Wanted to reflect on the exciting year we have had with the Two Cents Project.
"We realized that it’s not about the glamour of being in front of people, but rather knowing the value of those who will perhaps never be known in the public eye, but that their lives matter to Him."
She went on to other conversations for a while until the Lord stopped her in her tracks. “What if that was me? Would you treat me like that?”
“If you reach a place where you have no plan, watch Jesus do miracles one-by-one, and meet your needs. Forsake your agenda and walk away with encounters from Jesus providing for you.”
“Take your Two Cents to conferences around the U.S.,” The Lord whispered to Briauna in the middle of a coffee shop. As tears streamed down her face, the heart of Two Cents came to life again.
They stood out with their unkempt hair and toothless grins. But gosh, they were gold. Each and every single one of them. Some gold just takes a little longer to mine, you know? The walls took a little bit longer to fall, but they fell...
Surrounded by 300,000 people in the streets of downtown Nashville, music playing in every direction, we saw him...
“People come and they bring food, but we don’t care about the food. We just want somebody to sit and talk to us. You guys cared about more than your own charity work...”
Anticipation set in. Packed with full hearts and a reservation at 6pm for Kings Kitchen and Bakery, we headed to downtown Charlotte...