I woke up this morning. Wow. I'm alive. More alive than I've felt in a very long time.
I sat up strait in my bed, thanked God for waking me up, but then I felt the Holy Spirit. Its strange when He intervenes. He always opens my eyes to something different, something I may have forgotten and it was no different today.
I am blind as a bat and need to wear glasses so you can imagine what my room must have looked like from my eyes, but there was a reason God gave me the vision I have because as I looked around my room I wasn't starring specifically at each individual item that i owned, but my room as a whole: the green painted walls, random items on the floor that I have yet to find a place for, open drawers and an open closet. In my mind I felt everything change. I began thinking about what my view may looked like a few months from now. No walls, no cream carpet, no random items scattered across the floor that i have yet to find a place for. Everything is getting real for me, so much that my heart ached to be in that place already. To wake up with the sun shining into my small tent where I'd sleep next to my abnormally large travel bag; to walk out and see kids of different races and countries running around and making lots of noise, enough to wake up an army of people from there laughter and playing. Oh how i yearn for that place! A place where I REALLY have no place for my clothes. Theres no comfortable mattress or my own room, but instead a giant area where I will share my life with other people: People i will learn to call my brothers and sisters people who will experience the same things I do, and understand. World-Racers.
Everything is real now.
