Moving to another place.

Well, as most of you know, we are going on the World Race this January and we shall be moving to a new place [a number of new places actually]. And, with that, we will have a different blog for the next year. All of our team members have one through our organization. We'd love to simply place our new posts here and there, but with the slow internet we are going to be using [one girl told us it was FAST when she could load 3 pictures in 1 hour], we've decided to just stick with one.

So, here's our address for the next year. We've already begun blogging [we'll be a LOT more consistent, promise].

http://katieandbillyswan.theworldrace.org/

Hope to see you over there. We love you!

Back from the dead...

Well, I'm guessing that only those of you who use a feeding service will get this, since it's been 7 months since we've written anything on here. Anyways, here's what's on my mind:

Tonight we had a youth leader's meeting, which was awesome. We had a great time, and some great conversation broke out afterward. A topic that I have struggled with for over a year came up. A year and a half ago I had to read a book called "Christianity with Power" and it was a book about healing through the power of the Holy Spirit. It was a really challenging book and left me asking "what role should healing play in the Christian faith today?"

There are a few girls in my church who struggle with some pretty significant health issues that are debilitating for them. I wonder all of the time whether God still wants His people to be healing in His name. I have heard of such things happening in other countries, but never really seen it. Yes, I'm talking about laying hands on someone and saying "In the name of Jesus BE HEALED." (this is all of course without the wind-up and swing you often see from televangelists). I just think of what it would do to my faith community to see a girl crippled completely by cerebral paulsey healed and restored to perfect health by the power of the Spirit. It would radically awaken people to the reality of God. So is this what God wants? I don't know. Pray with me on this one and comment on what you hear.

Floating

These past days [weeks, months] I feel like life is just floating by. Like I move from one day to the next, barely staying above water, barely able to accomplish this nasty list of "to dos." I say nasty because I didn't make the list or decide what I wanted on it. Instead it's filled with necessities: showers, dinners, homework, sleeping, driving [and more driving] and yet it is vastly void of any passion. Void of anything exciting. Void of me.

I've been slowly trying to escape the list, leaving these necessities undone. I'm seeking myself through silence, reading, praying, thinking, drawing and just being. I've suffocated myself for so long that I find myself still so far away from knowing exactly who or what I am [outside of an exhausted nursing student]. But I'm getting excited. You see, as I chip away at the layers of stuff and I find myself peaking through, I get a little more hopeful. I know I'm under there somewhere, and I feel my life becoming something tangible, something real, something me.