You can rest assured that each of our life journeys have been more or less unique to us. There may be some overlap in shared experiences, but overall, it is our shoes that we have filled and no one else's.

And what I see today is that each mile that we have walked brings with it some understanding of the purpose of the mile before it. In other words, it seems we are never quite current in our overall assessment of where we have been and why. In this sense, revelation comes to us in bits and pieces over time—and that only if we are tuned into anything that is happening to and around us.

It is like I have heard said about hearing God—He is always broadcasting but we are not always tuned into His channel.

Knowledge comes in pieces as well. Scripture tells us that it is, "...line upon line, precept upon precept".

So, it is with interest that I think about a conversation my wife and I had this morning in bed as we found ourselves both awake at about 5am.

The conversation seemed to revolve around having and nurturing a daily relationship with Jesus/God and how we fill our free days with lots of other activities rather than pursuing one of the most important.

This line of conversation led us to remembering our early house church experiences and how fulfilled we felt being a part of a local church body in pursuit of the Holy Spirit.

Which brought us to the point of how hard it is to find what we experienced as early Christians in today's hustle bustle world.

After having attended a church we were actively involved in for 20 plus years, we left there for another local expression, which in turn lasted for about 3 1/2 years. So, for the past 4 or 5 months, we have not attended (been a part of) a local church service.

Granted, we are still a part of the "church" but are not fellow-shipping with the brethren on a weekly basis. We get together with Christian friends, but have not found that place of corporate worship and service that we are now missing.

What we are looking for is a place of abiding where we are a part of what is happening, rather than being passive participants sitting in pews or folding chairs—a place where what we say matters and the feeling is of a family rather than the customary clergy/laity divide.

Sandi likes to dance and use beautiful flags in worship and I like to use my musical giftings in order to usher in the majesty of Holy Spirit awareness.

Sounds like we are between a rock and a hard place in terms of finding a local expression that meets our needs—or is life-giving—in other words. Not that we are always looking to be fed—we have opportunity to serve others—but mostly when we are filled can we in turn be used to fill others.

I am sure there is more to this train of thought than what I have time for right now. Suffice it to say, the dialogue has begun and as our revelation unfolds, we will end up in the very place that we need to be.