I danced before my Lord last night.
Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm back from Belize. The trip was absolutely wonderful and completely amazing.
We, through Tampa's Dream Center, produced Belize's very first ever, first annual youth rally, Downpour. It was so incredible, the Holy Spirit was completely over the whole thing and... wow. Words can't even describe. I will, however, try to describe it when I do a full update.
My main reason for getting on tonight is to say what I said in the subject: I danced for my Lord last night. I had a hard week spiritually. I was not in the right place with God. I have been struggling with him lately, struggling to trust him. I haven't felt all that close to him, couldnt really pray because I was focusing on things going on back home. God and I didn't have an open communication this week. Well, I found a verse Friday before the conference/rally started that opened up that communication with God and I had a true worship with him that night. Saturday I was still having a hard time talking to God, and I still am, because of all the things going through my mind. I have such a hard time concentrating on just one thing. But last night, as the conference was drawing to a close and David Craver, the speaker, was giving the invitation, I moved from my chair in the front row with the rest of our group to the floor to pray. When Eric began to sing, I burst out crying because the words of the song were exactly what I needed to hear, exactly what I was feeling, exactly what God was telling me to do. I was, and am, completely broken before my God, before my Jesus. I cried, with my best friend Allie's arms around me, I cried for half an hour. I couldn't stop, and I didn't even know why I was doing it. I still don't. All I know is that God broke me, totally and completely, and beseeched me with one request: trust me. And I am going to do my best to do that. I know that here, at home, many things are going to have to change. Some are major things, some minor. I don't know the whole plan, or even a good chunk of it. I don't know what it is exactly that God wants or what he has in store, but I know I need to trust him. This is going to be hard. I have some tough things to work through, some hard things to come to terms with and some difficult things to decide on with God. This won't be fun or easy, but I beg you guys to hold me accountable, I beg you ask me questions, tough ones. I want to encourage and challenge you guys, and at the same, be encouraged and challenged by you.
When the invitation was over, Eric played several upbeat songs, and I danced. There were some others that were so consumed by God that they also danced. God had lifted me, broken me, freed me in such a way that I had to move. I truly worshiped, uninhibited, last night. It was earth-shattering
My God is a god of love, of humor, of joy, of peace, of understanding, of fun and of laughter. My God is eternal. My God is true. What about yours?
I have been wanting to do this for a while. I'm tired of this journal name, and I figure it's time for a fresh start, so I will soon begin updating in my new journal, named trustinginfaith. Maybe my first post will be an overview of the trip.
I'll try to find the lyrics to that song that Eric sang and post them tomorrow. I know most of it, but I want to get the exact words; I haven't been able to find it yet.
Good night and God bless.
*~Dani
We, through Tampa's Dream Center, produced Belize's very first ever, first annual youth rally, Downpour. It was so incredible, the Holy Spirit was completely over the whole thing and... wow. Words can't even describe. I will, however, try to describe it when I do a full update.
My main reason for getting on tonight is to say what I said in the subject: I danced for my Lord last night. I had a hard week spiritually. I was not in the right place with God. I have been struggling with him lately, struggling to trust him. I haven't felt all that close to him, couldnt really pray because I was focusing on things going on back home. God and I didn't have an open communication this week. Well, I found a verse Friday before the conference/rally started that opened up that communication with God and I had a true worship with him that night. Saturday I was still having a hard time talking to God, and I still am, because of all the things going through my mind. I have such a hard time concentrating on just one thing. But last night, as the conference was drawing to a close and David Craver, the speaker, was giving the invitation, I moved from my chair in the front row with the rest of our group to the floor to pray. When Eric began to sing, I burst out crying because the words of the song were exactly what I needed to hear, exactly what I was feeling, exactly what God was telling me to do. I was, and am, completely broken before my God, before my Jesus. I cried, with my best friend Allie's arms around me, I cried for half an hour. I couldn't stop, and I didn't even know why I was doing it. I still don't. All I know is that God broke me, totally and completely, and beseeched me with one request: trust me. And I am going to do my best to do that. I know that here, at home, many things are going to have to change. Some are major things, some minor. I don't know the whole plan, or even a good chunk of it. I don't know what it is exactly that God wants or what he has in store, but I know I need to trust him. This is going to be hard. I have some tough things to work through, some hard things to come to terms with and some difficult things to decide on with God. This won't be fun or easy, but I beg you guys to hold me accountable, I beg you ask me questions, tough ones. I want to encourage and challenge you guys, and at the same, be encouraged and challenged by you.
When the invitation was over, Eric played several upbeat songs, and I danced. There were some others that were so consumed by God that they also danced. God had lifted me, broken me, freed me in such a way that I had to move. I truly worshiped, uninhibited, last night. It was earth-shattering
My God is a god of love, of humor, of joy, of peace, of understanding, of fun and of laughter. My God is eternal. My God is true. What about yours?
I have been wanting to do this for a while. I'm tired of this journal name, and I figure it's time for a fresh start, so I will soon begin updating in my new journal, named trustinginfaith. Maybe my first post will be an overview of the trip.
I'll try to find the lyrics to that song that Eric sang and post them tomorrow. I know most of it, but I want to get the exact words; I haven't been able to find it yet.
Good night and God bless.
*~Dani