The 3rd night of Worship, the band started playing "Fill Me Up" (Jesus Culture) I got out into the asile and I began to pray…"God meet me here, send your Holy Spirit to me, I want to feel you, If you are here with me, have someone come touch me." Seconds later a hand was on my back, and the most beautiful words were spoken into me,
"He is proud of you Sheri." God is proud of me? Seriously? All the times I spit in His face and went my own way? All my garbage and emotional baggage? YES! When God looks at me He sees me Holy, Lovely, Pure, Justified, Righteous, Sanctified.
God is a pursuer. In one way or another we are all Prodigal Sons and Daughters, we are all filthy rags, who go our own way, but God comes out to the field to meet us EVERYTIME. He won't relent until He has it all.
I did not realize how many lies I allowed the enemy to speak into me until I let Christ's LOVE be spoken into me. People who see me as Christ sees me, not how the world sees me. I am no longer defined by my past! God broke all my chains, they are laying on the floor back at Taccoa Falls Chapel. Community is what I NEED. I am sick of people discouraging me, I am sick of letting the enemy get a foothold in my life. I am sick of letting the enemy talk lies into me that aren't true. I went to camp and met the church, every single person spoke life into me and loved me no matter what. My sqaud is amazing and they will call greatness out in me! My team Braveheart are all answered prayers. They will stretch me and challenge me for the next year and I can't wait. Can we leave tomorrow?????
