This Past Weekend (Chauncey)

This was this weekend (Fri.-Sun.)

It starts off with me heading back home to Salado to judge a power lifting meet at my high school for the 3rd year in a row. It became me also participating in a wedding party, seeking to meet every Forgie in the area, meeting with friends while I was in town , seeing family, and anticipating doing something that would make the top of the list of weekend highlights. Myself and my roommate James embarked in our journey Friday evening with intentions to meet the Forge ladies who reside in Austin for a nice visit. It was raining and quite inconveniently my driver-side windshield wiper stops working and moves to the side so that I could see clearly the rain hitting the windshield, but not the road in front. This happened about thirty minutes from my house, a little over an hour from Austin. As I drove leaning over into james' bubble, (him having the only working wiper in the vehicle) I decided that home would be most safe, and comfortable option for the night. So after giving my regards to LG over the phone, we made it home. The next day was an early start to just what I had been expecting. I judged at the power lifting meet. It was entertaining, and reminded me of how dumb we were in high school. It also kind of made me want to start working out again. Anyway, I made it back home to rescue James from his day of rest and get him out into the world. I found out that he had a great conversation with my grandpa. If you ever have the opportunity, listen to what he has to say, he will talk to you for about 30 min. straight, even if you don't have anything to say back, I know because I done it.

This is rather long, sorry, but I think you may find it worth the stuff I'm getting to.

We left out in search of cheap Mexican food in Salado, only to find the one of the places was temporarily closed due to something or another, the only other had been completely cleaned and moved. It was almost like a movie where something is clearly destined or almost foreshadowed. I could almost hear the mysterious music as I was pulling out of the Texaco (that used to house the latter of the two mexican places) only to see the appearing side of a small trailer with a blinking "open" sign parked next to the station. Amazing breakfast burritos.

Next was the wedding party. A nice gathering of friends and a game of bowling. The bowling put us close to Austin, which James still hadn’t visited. Around 12am we head down to a favorite coffee shop of mine. There is a lady there playing her guitar, of course I’m going to be interested. I went over, introduced myself and started listening to her play. Her name was Dava (pronounced dave-uh) Sophie Lucas, which I found out later before I left. I told her that I had my mandolin and asked if I could play with her. We continued to play and have small talk about Jesus. She claimed to be a believer, but was a little different than the “traditional” believer. God was real for her basically, and she struggled in churches. As we are sitting there the Lord began to give me a word for her, so I began discerning what it was he was telling me to tell her. It had to deal with “safety”. It just so happened that all of her friends got up together and walked away leaving James, Dava, and myself. I began to tell her what it was the Lord was telling her. As I did she looked at me and told me she knew exactly what I was talking about. This was a relief to me, although I knew it was from the Lord it is always great to have confirmation. She goes on to tell what it is exactly that He was referring to. Later, I recognized that her name most likely was derived from David, which means “beloved”. As I asked her where her name came from she went straight into how her name lines up exactly with what the Lord has been telling her to do, which also goes along with the word that He told her that night. He name basically means “beloved wisdom that brings light to the world“. God has been calling her and has been preparing her to be a life coach. I told her that we had studied about that and how I can say the same about my name. It was great to encourage her to do what the Lord has called her to do, and to not be ashamed of who she was. I think that I have had an encounter like this every time I go to Austin. 


Crazy stuff.

The next day James and I headed out for Tyler, we finally made it on the road after saying goodbye to friends, then family. Down the road as we were driving through Waco I had the urge to call my good friend who is always encouraging me and spurring me on in the Lord. I visited for awhile talked about what the Lord had been doing and prayed for him. Normally he prays for me then I leave, since we were pressed for time he wasn’t able to. The next stop was to visit Ben. We stopped by, checked out his very ghetto apartment complex, took a picture, visited, then left. As we were leaving he asked to pray for us.

I figured I’d try one last stop to see a friend who frequents a nearby coffee shop. When we arrived he wasn’t there, nor was he answering his phone. However, as we were leaving there was a man sitting outside who looked like he needed help. As I walked on by the Lord was telling me to give him a brand-new set of socks that my mom had gotten me but I wasn’t going to wear. As I got to the door of my car he came to us instead asking for help in anyway. I asked him if he needed socks, he lifted his pants revealing a sock-less ankle. I don’t really know what to say about this. God is big.
After all of this, the Lord blessed a smooth trip back to the 806, where I am relaying this message of God’s hand at work.

Be encouraged. Be resolved. Be STEADFAST.


-Chauncey