Today we bid farewell to Florence, Alabama and hit the road with a few dedicated friends who are helping us move to the West Bank community of Marrero in greater New Orleans. This was our first announcement three months ago. Pray for our journey today as this is just the start of what we pray will be a great harvest in this city.
I locked myself in the bathroom.
Sitting behind the door at the hotel I desperately asked God why we were in New Orleans. Our family had traveled from Florence, Alabama to consider planting a church in the Big Easy. From the moment we crossed the bridge over Lake Pontchartrain my heart was overwhelmed.
We can’t move down here. This is far bigger than we are able to handle.
Later that day I sat in the car as my family went back inside, still wrestling with the idea of leaving everything we knew and taking on this daunting challenge.
I sensed God quieting my soul and reminding me of Joshua, Caleb, and the spies from Numbers 13:30. But Caleb quieted the people before Moses and said, “Let us go up at once and occupy it, for we are well able to overcome it.”
Taking a deep breath I emerged from my…
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Melsons on the Move 