Preaching.
I knew I would have to do it at some point, but kept thinking there had to be some way I could avoid it for the full eleven months..?! False.
We left this morning for outreach in a small village outside of Ongole and I was in this funky mood from the beginning. Satan was messing with my mind all day; I felt totally uninspired. But when the pastor turned to us and said it was time for us to share our hearts with the congregation, I couldn’t fight the feeling that I needed to say something.
(Even though I kept telling myself and my teammate I wasn’t ready.)
However, just as I had been told by former racers and staff members; when you let the spirit do the leading, “quotes and notes” just are not necessary. It’s a good thing to lose control and I certainly did not have control over this situation.
I wouldn’t say anything spectacular happened; but I know that the words I spoke came straight from the Holy Spirit. I know the tears that welled in my eyes were because I was attentive and in direct communication with my Heavenly Father. I know that the words were a product of my obedience to the Lord. And I know that my heart was aching because God was sharing his excitement and passion for these people with me.
It was an exciting day…
