I like to blog about adventures, adventures God is taking me on, things that I learn from my mistakes that might help other people learn. Hopefully more of this will happen soon, and considering how many mistakes I make each day I will blog soon. But just in case I get too busy or preoccupied with Virginia Beach life, here is a concluding Canadian post! I am traveling home in the morning. I feel a season change taking place in my spirit already. I'm not sure what this new season will look like. It will probably be one of the slower seasons that I will have in some time, according to all the trips and classes I have in my near (ish) future.
Today I was honored to be at Empress church with Dayna and her band, along with the awesome John-Mark Gal (or as he would say, "call me Johnny!". Pastor John-Mark read a couple excerpts from two different books. The names of the books are irrelevant. He read about two different accounts of God pouring out His Spirit on two different generations in two different cultures with visions of heaven and of hell. My breath was literally taken away for a few moments at the biblical accurate accounts of heaven from the "mouth of babes". One account was about 40 orphan boys in a home in China, about 100 years ago. Another account was form a mother from South Africa, who almost lost her son to a car accident. Both sets of children first received conviction that could only been from Holy Spirit, with days of non-stop prayer and repentance. Following repentance came visions of hell, and the lost souls stuck there, crying out for help but being out of reach from the grace of God, Then visions of heaven!! Crazy, beautiful things from BOTH accounts. 100 years apart and culturally so different, yet they see heaven the same. A coincidence? Haha! Never. I was so overwhelmed with the feeling of my own dirtiness, my own gross sin separating me from the fullness of His pleasure and presence. I fled to the altar. "God, how can I be this selfish? How can I be so undeserving but yet you love me still?" I weep these questions quietly to the Lord. He is SO good. He IS holiness. The more I realize this the more I realize the need to die to myself DAILY. Everyday. Holy Spirit, please help me to die more to myself every single day, to allow for you to be known. So that I can know you better.
Four more hours until my plane leaves. I cannot sleep! My heart has grown out of my own chest and has taken root here. I love these people. I love what God is doing here. But at the same time, I love my family and friends at home. I love that this is God's time for me to be home, so His will is being done in my life. I love being in the will of the father. I am so very excited to see God work in Virginia Beach the same way He is working all over the world I am excited to exercise my faith in the sharing of His testimony. I am overwhelmed.
Lord, let this time of refreshing come because YOU are with me, every second of the day. Help me to be humble because I am unafraid to be seen as I am. You are all the good that is within me. Shine!
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