Lately, I must admit that I am overwhelmingly twitterpated. It’s as if I’ve been injected with love potion No. 9 and I’ve never expressed the love of God for the lost with more vigor than now.
I live on a cloud with Jesus.

Love is swelling with hope for a nation to come to Christ.

I am experiencing divine and radical emotions as my life song syncs with the heartbeat of my God.


I feel utterly in love.

I am in love with what Jesus is doing in India.

And I am, dare I say, in love with India. (Even just typing that made me blush.)
 

I’m serious. I am not hungry. I can barely sleep because my thoughts are so fixed on the way God loves
people.

I wake up excited with butterflies in my tummy and a smile painted on my face. I cannot think about anything other than the Gospel.

When I do sleep, I dream of freedom falling on the captives!

I dream of multitudes and crowds gathering around to worship at the feet of Jesus.

I have vivid dreams of salvation sweeping across villages and light filling the eyes of the people.

I dream of my hands cupping beautiful faces, my lips planting holy kisses on foreheads and my arms embracing my brothers and sisters as I welcome them into the family.

 

I wake up singing worship and hallelujah escapes in my first breath. My immediate thought is to pray for the Gospel to go forth today…again and again and again and again.

I am more than content to unzip my tent and climb up to the rooftop to adore God for the love He has filled me with.

I have changed.

I’ve been ruined for normalcy.

My body no longer shudders at 6AM when I pour a cup of cold water over my head to shower.

My heart overflows.

I am a woman in love.  

              

                                                                                                            
I extend my arms to the sky and cry out: Jesus, here is my life! Come and take it from me! Send me, Lord! Send me!


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