Pants, Knives, and IHOP
I finished my pants. They're 'Thai fisherman pants' which means they're really big and baggy, but look sweeet. I want to make another pair to hone down on my pattern and, now that I have some idea of how to use a sewing machine, make a pair that I don't have redo twice and a half times.
I'll have pictures up soon.
IHOP-ATL's having our own 'renewal' services, sort of like what's happening with the student revival-thing in KC. We'll be doing them Friday and Saturday starting at 1900, and Sunday at 1800. IHOP time is divided into two hour sets where a musician(s) play and there are set prayer meeting and such. 7 pm is right in the middle of the 1800 set, which my friend plays tomorrow. We've no idea how they're gonna do that. Hah.
Anyways, I am so stoked about this. Last Sunday was soooo rich. David Sliker from IHOP-KC came down and spoke at the morning service and was set to speak again for the evening service (which I attend). We worshiped, I drew my heart and talked with God with my pencil and listened to some things He had to say. We prayed in tongues for a little longer than usual, but nothing out of the ordinary at first.
During my internship, we were having some wild moves of God during services, so when David's mic wasn't working and the whole congregation fell into fits of laughter, it wasn't that unusual. We continued to worship and for the first time ever, I saw people dance up to the offering plate. :P At one point, Sliker called people to the front to be prayed for (I forgot the exact reason). I went up and wasn't feeling anything for a long while. Then a girl (I didn't catch her face/name) started praying for me and I just collapsed in tears. I had a nice talk with God for awhile and then - uh, I'm trembling thinking about it - I felt free like I had never felt before.
By that time, the music had started up again and I danced for hours. I danced once, during a wild night on the Watch, but not like this. I felt comfortable, totally at peace and ease, and free. I didn't fall out or get hit with laughter or get twitchy like a lot of the folks did, but what I experienced was real and just as powerful. I'm so excited for what God has planned for the next couple weeks.
As soon as I hear back from Meriam (of Dancing Man Knives), I'm ordering my ulu. I've decided on the Fish River ulu, with the 6" blade (still a little unsure about the size, might get the 5", but 6" is where I'm leaning). I've been needing a knife for a long while now and I finally have the money to get a good one. All of the reviews I've read (ie, extensive research), led me to decide on getting an ulu, but specifically a blade from Maynard Linder. His are hand-crafted, with great quality, and the Inuit ladies that have culturally relied on an ulu apparently love his blades. I'm confident about getting the knife, and though it's more than I like paying for anything, the price is very reasonable for the level of craftsmanship out into the blade. And I say that before getting the ulu. :P
I'll have a new icon set up later. I'm getting tired of this one.
I'll have pictures up soon.
IHOP-ATL's having our own 'renewal' services, sort of like what's happening with the student revival-thing in KC. We'll be doing them Friday and Saturday starting at 1900, and Sunday at 1800. IHOP time is divided into two hour sets where a musician(s) play and there are set prayer meeting and such. 7 pm is right in the middle of the 1800 set, which my friend plays tomorrow. We've no idea how they're gonna do that. Hah.
Anyways, I am so stoked about this. Last Sunday was soooo rich. David Sliker from IHOP-KC came down and spoke at the morning service and was set to speak again for the evening service (which I attend). We worshiped, I drew my heart and talked with God with my pencil and listened to some things He had to say. We prayed in tongues for a little longer than usual, but nothing out of the ordinary at first.
During my internship, we were having some wild moves of God during services, so when David's mic wasn't working and the whole congregation fell into fits of laughter, it wasn't that unusual. We continued to worship and for the first time ever, I saw people dance up to the offering plate. :P At one point, Sliker called people to the front to be prayed for (I forgot the exact reason). I went up and wasn't feeling anything for a long while. Then a girl (I didn't catch her face/name) started praying for me and I just collapsed in tears. I had a nice talk with God for awhile and then - uh, I'm trembling thinking about it - I felt free like I had never felt before.
By that time, the music had started up again and I danced for hours. I danced once, during a wild night on the Watch, but not like this. I felt comfortable, totally at peace and ease, and free. I didn't fall out or get hit with laughter or get twitchy like a lot of the folks did, but what I experienced was real and just as powerful. I'm so excited for what God has planned for the next couple weeks.
As soon as I hear back from Meriam (of Dancing Man Knives), I'm ordering my ulu. I've decided on the Fish River ulu, with the 6" blade (still a little unsure about the size, might get the 5", but 6" is where I'm leaning). I've been needing a knife for a long while now and I finally have the money to get a good one. All of the reviews I've read (ie, extensive research), led me to decide on getting an ulu, but specifically a blade from Maynard Linder. His are hand-crafted, with great quality, and the Inuit ladies that have culturally relied on an ulu apparently love his blades. I'm confident about getting the knife, and though it's more than I like paying for anything, the price is very reasonable for the level of craftsmanship out into the blade. And I say that before getting the ulu. :P
I'll have a new icon set up later. I'm getting tired of this one.