Oh yeah...
...I'm so lovin' that new CD. They've outdone themselves again. I went to the Mart of Ks last night and bought my personal copy. It was on sale for $9.99, so I consider that a double blessing. They had it AND it was on sale!
Know how sometimes the ice machine in the fridge refuses to give up its bounty and it keeps grinding and grinding but giving you nada? Then all of a sudden something shifts and whammo! An ice-a-lanch, more than your glass can hold, flying out onto the floor, hitting your feet, piling up in the corners of the fridge door ice space. That's what I woke up to today. Not real ice, though...other stuff in my spirit. Overflowing. And I feel like I've got to get it all crammed into my heart and my head before it melts away in the hot sun that will rise to dry it up. Because I know that the minute it melts or evaporates, there will be those who will stand and scoff and claim there never was any ice. They will want proof. I may not be able to give them proof, but I want to know that I know that I know that the ice existed and still exists even though it's now out of sight.
I really don't know what makes me more angry--the meddling of the enemy, or the fact that he can manage to get unsuspecting Jesus-lovin' believers to agree with him. I guess it doesn't matter, does it? Both are about his rotten stinky doin's. Ticks me off. Well, I don't care who's in agreement with him. I will not go quietly.
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Know how sometimes the ice machine in the fridge refuses to give up its bounty and it keeps grinding and grinding but giving you nada? Then all of a sudden something shifts and whammo! An ice-a-lanch, more than your glass can hold, flying out onto the floor, hitting your feet, piling up in the corners of the fridge door ice space. That's what I woke up to today. Not real ice, though...other stuff in my spirit. Overflowing. And I feel like I've got to get it all crammed into my heart and my head before it melts away in the hot sun that will rise to dry it up. Because I know that the minute it melts or evaporates, there will be those who will stand and scoff and claim there never was any ice. They will want proof. I may not be able to give them proof, but I want to know that I know that I know that the ice existed and still exists even though it's now out of sight.
I really don't know what makes me more angry--the meddling of the enemy, or the fact that he can manage to get unsuspecting Jesus-lovin' believers to agree with him. I guess it doesn't matter, does it? Both are about his rotten stinky doin's. Ticks me off. Well, I don't care who's in agreement with him. I will not go quietly.
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