Oh, Lord, how my heart burns for Iceland.
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There is a poster in my house of Djandi Falls (think Narnia), in eastern Iceland, and over the past two days, I can't take my eyes off of it. The Clifton's and their ministry there is being placed at an incredibly deep level in my chest, the Lord is moving. On Iceland. On Gainesville. On His church. On me. Father, don't let this cease, don't let this relent or wane. Your Creation is screaming in desperation for you, they just don't know your name, despite pop-culture Jesus, whom I loathe so much. Turn mountains into molehills, prepare a way for Your Church, viva la revolution!
Yet, am I willing to give this up too?
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