I apologize for my slumber. It’s been over a month since I’ve updated you on the happenings of my ever-changing world. I find my heart yearning to write again, longing to have itself poured out on to the page in a way to exhaust your imaginations from the creations my words flood it with, but in order to do so, that takes time which I’m finding is incredibly fleeting. Just when I think I might have a few moments to really express myself, it turns into mere seconds and seems like a waste of my time. I hate half-hearting blog posts because I know how incredibly powerful they can be. It’s potential energy waiting to be unleashed onto unsuspecting spirits gasping for air.
That’s how I might would have described myself the last month or so, that is, gasping for air. Day in and day out I was waiting for the Spirit of God to come and breath new life into me, a chanced opportunity to walk in a fresh anointing – daily. It’s a challenge to press that deeply into the Lord, but something I wouldn’t hesitate to suggest to anyone.
I realize blog series have the potential to be rather mundane and sometimes, after frequent posting, people fail to read them – much like my blogs after, well, not-so-frequent posting! But I want to attempt to share stories with you. Not a blog series because, well, that initiates a thought process in my own brain that turns off my creative juices; however, if I decide to share stories with you, that’s different.
Malawian Adventures: [insert story title].
That’s what I’ll call it. Every time you see a post that says “Malawian Adventures”, you’ll know I’m writing about this last month. Malawi changed me. It wrecked me and set me ablaze! It actually means “land of fire”. And like our contact said, “so when you come to Malawi, you are tapping the FIRE OF GOD! You cannot leave NOT changed!”
I liked that.
So this is my attempt to spark a fire in your spirits, to ignite a change in your life that will hopefully call you to something greater and bigger than yourself. So read on, enjoy the non-Malawian Adventure blogs in between, and I pray that these stories encourage and inspire you in some form or fashion; because in some ways, I think if I hadn’t gone to Malawi, I would still be gasping for air.
