God is moving mightily in my life, the life of my sons and our church. Anyone who knows me at all knows that the last few years have been difficult and at times seemingly impossible for me to bear. I am beginning to understand through life lessons what a delicate balance living the Christian life can be. Just a step away can feel like millions of miles and virtually impossible to find the way home. After struggling for months and months it took a child's book by Max Lucado titled Because I Love You, for me to get it...I cannot do it on my own. The only way back is to call out to our Savior and let him fetch us. The part I find amusing is, that I spent so much time miserable, searching and fretting just to find out that all that is needed is one cry. At the same time, that information is so comforting that knowing that truth alone is enough to put a smile on my face and security in my spirit. I have also noticed that I have select hearing. When I chose to ignore something my father is telling me, I noticed, that is is easier to miss the next thing and even easier to miss the next until I am near deaf to him and his direction. He pointed that out to me when I was trying to correct my 14 year old son, who, by the way, was doing the same thing to me.
I feel like I have come full circle. The prodigal daughter has finally gotten out of the filth of the pig's pen and came home to the father's house. Last Sunday he sat up a feast for me and my brothers and sisters. I freely worshiped and enjoyed his presence. Touched by Pastor Kristy I was slain in the spirit and laid in the presence of God. I felt like part of me died. I think that it did. A part of me that was ready to be removed from my life was cut off. When I woke I began praising him, dancing and spinning like a child. After wards I walked normally to get some water, but filled with the spirit I couldn't move to get a cup and the feeling spread throughout me and I spent a good portion of service paralyzed. All that seemed to work properly was my mouth. There was so much freedom and joy that I was filled with laughter, worried a few and entertained some. Once I recovered enough to walk my eldest son helped me back to my seat. I wish I could remember Pastors message. I know it was good...It always is. After service a member came to me and told me that when she was slain in the spirit she had a vision of angels dancing around and laughing with a church member. When she awoke she looked over and saw that it was me. I find that amazing....is this the first time? How much do we miss? I want to be in tune with God and his heavenly hosts. I want to feel them and see them on occasion as well. I want to live a lifestyle of praise...Sunday morning Christian should never be enough in the life of a believer.
Samuel 6:14
And David danced before the LORD with all his might, wearing a priestly garment.
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