It is very very early in the morning and I am awake and unable to sleep even though the other two are out cold ;) I think the Lord may have woken me up. The lights in the tent remain on and I can see them through our thin curtains. Why am I awake? is there a reason> I will use this time to pray for people, for emma, samuel and naphtali, johnny and the isaacs, rach and johnny, soton, joy and simon, even my old housemates and other friends, salvation adn healing and the Lords will and revelation. Jesus, more for each! more Lord!!
I also wonder if I cannot sleep due to the magnitude of things on my mind, what next, BUIPa, jobs, america, ministry, Heidi, discipling, baptism, being Jesus, love, changes, actions, ALLOWING this trip to change me, killing my rebellious flesh. Allowing this trip to change my life forever.
It is like God is playing a beautiful but perpetual game of hide and seek. Her is here and I mean really here. I go to sleep in the spirit, wake up praising in His peace and presence. He is here in the kids prayer and worship, hands and faces heavenwards in earnest love of Him. He is here in the sky and here in the tiny ones. And yet in answer to questions, in guidance, in intimacy, it is like he has a scarlet cloak in thick wood, he is showing me just enough of himself with a glint in his eye to call me to the pursuit, to the great romance, to pursue and be pursued, to cherish, to love, to value, to fight for him, to chase, to adore, to hunger.
I am so aware that my gifting is more to scribe than to speak and that i have an ease in making this sound so poetic and unobtainable and articulate and eloquent. The truth is, everything is as normal here as is anywhere else. Thats what needs to be read here. The kids arent angels, they're kids, like any other, it isnt uber spiritual, it isnt like a massive revival shouting shaking thing, it is just normality, living with God here, calling on the spirit whenever wherever, him being the first line of conversation and solution. Hallelujah.
THat is what my soul is thirsty for, to learn, to know how to live this, live the depth of unahsamed passion and love I see in mama aida and the people here. Teach me your love Lord.
Amen
x
I also wonder if I cannot sleep due to the magnitude of things on my mind, what next, BUIPa, jobs, america, ministry, Heidi, discipling, baptism, being Jesus, love, changes, actions, ALLOWING this trip to change me, killing my rebellious flesh. Allowing this trip to change my life forever.
It is like God is playing a beautiful but perpetual game of hide and seek. Her is here and I mean really here. I go to sleep in the spirit, wake up praising in His peace and presence. He is here in the kids prayer and worship, hands and faces heavenwards in earnest love of Him. He is here in the sky and here in the tiny ones. And yet in answer to questions, in guidance, in intimacy, it is like he has a scarlet cloak in thick wood, he is showing me just enough of himself with a glint in his eye to call me to the pursuit, to the great romance, to pursue and be pursued, to cherish, to love, to value, to fight for him, to chase, to adore, to hunger.
I am so aware that my gifting is more to scribe than to speak and that i have an ease in making this sound so poetic and unobtainable and articulate and eloquent. The truth is, everything is as normal here as is anywhere else. Thats what needs to be read here. The kids arent angels, they're kids, like any other, it isnt uber spiritual, it isnt like a massive revival shouting shaking thing, it is just normality, living with God here, calling on the spirit whenever wherever, him being the first line of conversation and solution. Hallelujah.
THat is what my soul is thirsty for, to learn, to know how to live this, live the depth of unahsamed passion and love I see in mama aida and the people here. Teach me your love Lord.
Amen
x
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