It is no small thing.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
It's 1 am, for some reason I come alive at night, with thoughts, dreams and to do lists waiting to be done. Why I can't feel this kind of motivation in the morning, when all I want to do is lie in bed until noon I don't know. I swear I'm nocturnal, like an owl or some other nocturnal animal I can't think of right now.
Have you ever just had Jesus just break into your life? God is just breaking in and fighting for my heart right now. He wants it all and I can feel the pull and the yearning and the tugging of my heart. I've been sensing His presence in such a real way, I can almost feel Him looking at me - what His face would look like. If you allow yourself to imagine, to tangibly imagine God with you all the time, which He is, it's a bit of a reality check. His invisibility has become more "visible" to me lately. And there are moments when His existence is so undeniable, when the moon is casting shadows onto my snow-covered driveway in a way that makes me want to sit down in it's light like I would sunshine on the beach, basking in the utter and deep reality of God.
I watched a video today of a woman who had a baby and a few short hours later, her child died in her arms. My heart literally aches for the pain she went through and is going through. The most amazing thing is she praises God through it. And I have been so touched by her story and her willingness to share her struggles, her questions, and her joys via the internet. This internet is a crazy thing, filled with the potential for so much damage to be done to lives in so many ways there are too many to list. And then I stumble upon these women who are taking the time to post pictures, and videos and their thoughts and struggles on life, marriage, death, God, money - bearing their souls for people to read. And they are being blessed, the internet, blogging has been redeemed and used for the glory of God and not in a small way, but in a huge way. Stories are so powerful, Jesus taught through parables and when I read stories like Angie Smith and Kate McDonald and countless others, their story affects my story and God uses their lives as an avenue for His truth in mine.
Thank you fellow writers who are courageous enough to publicly declare their stories of how God is working in their lives... it is no small thing.
