**Mustard Seed Distributed**

I sit in Brooklyn. Awaiting my trip to MI this evening. I get to spend some quality work time with the Aussie this week - I know if you follow this, you might be sick of me talking about him. But the truth is, he has been a light to me over the last couple of years. He is truly one of the greatest friends I have ever had in my life, and I am 100% certain that God brought us together for something - perhaps mutual blessings. As we both are uncertain of what might transpire the next few weeks, the next few months, the next several years, we often try to speak truth into each others' lives, and share in our joys and our sorrows. I truly can't tell you where I might be emotionally or spiritually if he wasn't part of my life for the last few years. I am thankful that I have had time to learn from him, to grow with him, to be challenged and affirmed by him. All of our interactions have made me a stronger man. This week, I spoke at communitas about 'life in the spirit

There is much going on in the life and times of T$ to be sure. I still take time each day to reflect upon our time in Dowlaiswaram, India, and continue to press into things I feel God is moving in my heart, mind, spirit. And I am thankful for that processing. But He has been moving in my life for a few months now on another front. My nets. Listened to a great weekend full of teaching from Tim Keller and Joe Stowell and my mind continues to chew on the words of Joe Stowell. He talked about Simon and Andrew, and how they immediately dropped their nets to follow the invitation of partnership to go down the path with Jesus. The last few years have taught me so much about what my nets are. Think of the life of a fisherman - and just what the nets mean. Without the nets, there is no livlihood. You couldn't do the work. I have had several nets that I have not been willing to let go of in my lifetime in trying to really follow Jesus. Let's be honest - I have nets I DON'

It has been a whirlwind couple of weeks for me. Trying to get ahead of the curve at work so that I would be well prepared to go to India. Going to India. Returning from trip, leaving three days later to travel for work. Arrive home. Unpack suitcase, repack suitcase, travel to DC for men's retreat. All whilst trying to catch up to myself and my time change in travel, etc. But I am well pleased with all of this because I really sense that God is trying to teach me a big lesson here as of late. So I leave the hotel in the 'free time' this afternoon to go for a run. What a beautiful day in the 60's here, a trail along the river, flowers in bloom as spring always hits DC early it seems. And I have been hearing God tell me to serve in many quiet times over several months. Serve. Serving. Serve the least of these. Serve me. Server others first. Others. Serve. And my lesson with Amanopu taught me serving on a whole new level. But the word "threat" ke