Boxes

We all got 'em. We think we can confine God. But we can't. We try and cram him into little boxes that we can conveniently put in our pocket and only take out when we need Him. He becomes our back up plan, our safety blanket, our secret weapon when our own fail us. I personally don't even realize I do it until He is breaking them, shattering them into tiny little pieces, leaving me with the most dumbfounded look on my face, because it didn't even cross my mind that He could do that.

He is going to break so many boxes this year. In my own life, in the DTS students life, my friends, my family. He is beyond ready to show us how big and powerful He is. He is not a God who sits in a church waiting for us to visit an hour on Sundays and twiddles His thumbs the other 167 hours in the week.

He is slowly fracturing the box I put Him in about money, but He is about to break it wide open. As I was driving home today, God gave me a picture of Him playing baseball. Yes, Jesus was standing at home plate in a baseball uniform, poised to smash the ball out of the park. When the ball crossed the plate, however, it turned into a glass box stuffed with dollar bills. He hit it full force, the glass turned into a rain shower of glass dust, and the money flew. Its going to happen. I know it.

I am so grateful when support checks come in. A little whooping and hollering goes on in our house. Support raising is going much slower the second time around, however. My 6 month staff fees are taken care of, but I am still about $6,000 short for Israel and outreach. $2,000 of that needs to be here within a month. I have absolutely no idea how its going to get here, but I am sure that I will have that same dumbfounded look upon my face when it does.


If you feel led to support me on my next 9 month journey with YWAM, please email me at kzboncak@blogspot.com. You all mean more to me than you know, you are forever impacting my life.

"Arise! Shine! For your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you" Isaiah 60:1