I think I'm finally ready to start talking. Well, maybe writing, but it's talking to me so I'll stick with talking.
Recently I had been wishing that I would have blogged once a week or every two weeks since I have been in Redding (Sept 2008). Then I thought maybe that wouldn't have been a good idea. Taking notes on my life yes, but blogging, probably not. Probably not because every day for 18 months I was changing.
18 months. That's 72 weeks and 504 days.
That is not even an exaggeration, nor a prideful annunciation. When I say I was changing I mean how I think, what I believe (about myself, others, life, Jesus, kingdom ect ... the list goes on), why I think and believe it, the freedom to think big or small as long as I was thinking. From one week to the next I had no idea who I was the week before and a lot of times even the day before. There's no way I could have even explained how I was changing to you because I couldn't even explain what was happening to me myself. It wasn't just happening to me either, it was happening to all of the amazing people I was in school with. I came out to Redding having no idea what I was doing, I just heard the drum beat per se and I knew there was more and I was supposed to be here. I was thinking that I was going to learn about Jesus and get some good teaching and call it accomplished. I was absolutely and completely wrong.
I did not just get teaching, I met Holy Spirit. I did not accomplish anything, I am the one who got accomplished. I do not only have a message, I am a message. I am transformed and still transforming ... by His power into His likeness.
When I say changed, I really mean it. Everyday I would come into our class time with my classmates, who became my family, not knowing what we were going to learn that day. We would worship Jesus with all we had before class started (that alone changed me everyday) and then get bombarded with a Kingdom that I knew I was a part of and that had to exist I just hadn't seen it walked out in real life. There were times when I was exhausted spiritually and mentally because I had never heard (just dreamt) of a life like this and it's beautiful allure and bombardment into my life took my inner world by storm and rearranged it. Actually in the summer of 2009 I'm pretty sure I only went to church 3 times because I couldn't even handle any more internal rearranging. My spirit and my mind were exhausted.
So here it goes. Now that I can look back and see what was really happening in me, around me and through me, I can now export it better than I could as it was happening.
Some of it might not make sense. A lot of it will sound crazy. But this ... this is some of what the Father has done in my life. He's more real than the air we breathe. He's not a religion or set of rules to be followed, He's a man who has captured my heart. He's greater than anything natural. His power is supernatural. His love is radically wrecking and transforming my life. Every day, because of Him I will never be the same. I've been encountered by Him and He by me. He has made me a brand new creation and I am His daughter.
My life and my transformation to wholeness is what He died for.
These will be the stories and experiences of Jesus told through my life.
I hope they rock you.
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