A Monday following a great Sunday.
I’m grateful for these times.
I said some very specific things to Rob before church. Very specific. Very real moment. And I felt it to be nothing dramatic, but a simple fact of how I now felt.
I said to him, “I will never again.........never like that.“ it was a statement I never dreamed I would make, or feel.... but the last couple of years has taken me to places I never thought I would be in many
I would have never put it in the perspective of renting the garments..... but there it was, my words coupled with..... renting the garments as spoken of in Biblical terms.
Things I once did myself, I seen others doing, and it felt so different
from how I once viewed it.
🔥The message was meeting us where we are... but then, it met us with what I had said>>> Word, for, word!
asked Rob after church if he noticed anything about the message: “Yes, it was exactly what you had said to me before church”
To rent his garments was to signified mourning of truth lost. Maybe of vision lost as well.
Your path in
life can lead you to new visions. You want even be able to see the way it once was clearly again.
Building on a new vision.... let the old become your building blocks for the new. You want change how it’s left you.... you build a new as it’s
Never would I have thought so many things would become just memories. So many things would change. So many spiritual moments would have their significance tainted by the actions of others. Truth
then would be questioned, well, not Truth, but what was said to be truths ...and now traditions magnified as insignificant. Show me traditions that once felt significant,
they now seem only manipulative moments so unnecessary.
🙌These were good memories .....
I remember when Sunday’s were never a guess in what we would be doing.
It was up, ready for church by 9..... Sunday school, worship service, out to eat with family and friends, possibly a short nap, getting dressed was always a fun time, some will get that 😂 We always loved dressing for a
Sunday night service 🥴 wrong or not.... we did! This usually also included hot rollers and then it was hot sticks. That hair was going to reach heaven whether we did or not! 😂 😂
🙌Back to church, choir practice, prayer service that sometimes turned into “the service” 🎶 Choir was always amazing, 🙌worship at the highest
level and then a message that was delivered after much prayer, 🙏 fasting and sincerity to feed souls had been poured over it, usually an alter service that left you feeling the overflow of God’s presence... we gathered
around our friends who we happen to know needed an extra dose of God’s mercy 😉 On one side was a friend holding an arm up saying “let go!”.... on the other was a friend holding up the other arm saying
“Hold on!!” 😂😂 We just new that holding on and letting go, well, both was needed and we would let them decide which to do first! 😂
When ⛪️ was
over we couldn’t wait to go eat again ..... it was more about being together than the eating.... sometimes you had money, sometimes you didn’t, but you just wanted to be there.... you could always spot the ones who didn’t have any money for
eating but wanted to be there anyway, they were having a “tooth pick float”, then picked over the surrounding friends left overs 😂😂 we hung around out in parking lots, hating to see
our Sunday end.
🌞 Today I was reflecting on “memories” that left me with a little longing.... back then there was so much I hadn’t experienced, and that made me okay “with the
experience” I was okay with having hands laid on me in prayer, arms held up by friends who wanted to see me leave blessed. I was okay with getting caught up in praise ... then that experience of spirit filled worship that was expressed in a joyous shout
and sometimes just lost in His presence. I was okay..... so much had not yet been experienced that would leave me seeing differently..... blurred became the vision.... but just what is in a vision? 👓