Breath of Life

This weekend was that breath of fresh air that I have been struggling for ever since coming back to Greenville.
I knew I had been slowly dieing here, suffacating from all the pain and sorrow I’ve been drealing in, unable to pull myself up above it all and get fresh air.

Funny how the little things can bring such freedom and revalation in ones life. While in Orlando I never once danced durring worship nor did I draw. I don’t know why I didn’t do these things, they are a part of who I am and yet for a period of my life I set them aside. I now can see how God used the lack of those things to show me something else, but I still longed for them.
Friday night durring one of the “excersises”, this one being prophesying, I was told that God was going to use me in visual arts. The next night I was up worshiping when I had the sudden urge to go draw … and I did.
I also danced this weekend, which was very freeing.

I felt God, saw God, heard God all this weekend. I worshiped with others, people who I knew, people I didn’t know. I prayed with other people, I danced, shouted and sang with other people. And it didn’t matter who they were.
And I thanked God for placing me here in Greenville, NC.