I'm a story teller, not an emotional blogger
But I guess that's no longer the case. I'm writing this blog partially because I committed to stretch myself every week, partially because my team is making me (dramatic), and partially because I want my blog to be a collection of my most honest and real thoughts/emotions.
I'm such a girl.
So, I went to a service with my beautiful babies the other day and was amazed at the environment. Real, beautiful, focused on the Holy Spirit- a fellow I'm trying to know more. I was loving the music, but when it came time for the service (100% in Spanish) I took out my journal, and this is what I wrote:
I believe…
That I can't see you or hear you or feel you, but you are here.
That you heal. You heal hearts, ears, eyes, skin, backs.
That you are always pressing in. Not just when I am aware, but always.
That you want to sanctify my mind, body, soul, heart.
That you're waiting, when my mind wanders to places that it shouldn't, to redirect my heart.
That you are with me constantly. When I'm with everyone, when I'm alone, when I'm both aware and unaware.
That you love me more than I love these kids.
That you have the power to take me from my position of despair and send me around the world.
That in my doubt, you want to push my heart towards you.
That with my broken and sinful past, you want to use me to tell others about your love.
That you chose me.
That you want me to grow closer to you and love you more – the most!
That you desire to reveal yourself to me and to others through me.
That you've given me nothing that you haven't prepared me for.
That you are ALL that I need.
That my love is your love that you have given me, and you will guide that love to glorify you!
