Friday, April 17, 2009

adventures during communion...

Do you like my new facelift? If I was on the ball, I could have had a cute one for St. Patrick's Day, one for easter...maybe I still might. Who says you can't go a little wild?! This is my blog damn it, and I can put up any background I like! ....sigh...anyways.

I thought I would quickly share something I've been thinking about this morning, that I forgot to mention about my experience at church last sunday. I actually heard God again. I thought for SURE He was gone. It was right during communion. They invited people to come up for prayer, and also to come up and get communion. Well, silly me, I didn't notice there was some sort of order going on. I walked straight up the aisle..and then noticed there was an usher there telling people that their row it was their turn to go get communion. I was thinking, "why won't he move?!" Then after a few seconds, I figured it out. I had to wait my turn. opps. When I came back, Chris, melissa's husband said, "You know they'll have enough for everybody." Well, our turn came, and when I sat down again waiting for the when I could eat it (which was right away..my sister told me, but I didn't know that). The Holy Spirit spoke to me. I told him, "I thought you were gone!" "Nope...you just didn't realize I was here all along. When you sin, it builds a callous around your heart - desensitizes you, and the more you do it, the thicker the callous". And I got a picture in my head of Reg -the cook from the cafeteria at WIBI. He used to always take hot pans out of the oven without oven mitts and it was CRAZY! Then all of a sudden we started worship, and I couldn't enter in as I wanted. I know this sounds weird, but I could almost feel it - feel the many layers that were built up. I couldn't raise my hands like I usually do, I couldn't sing without abandon...it was horrible. But He didn't leave me...just like His word says. And that makes me happy.





Psalm 139
The Message version
1-6
God, investigate my life;
get all the facts firsthand.
I'm an open book to you; even from a distance,
you know what I'm thinking.


You know when I leave and when I get back;
I'm never out of your sight.
You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you're there,
then up ahead and you're there, too—
your reassuring presence, coming and going.

This is too much, too wonderful—
I can't take it all in!

7-12
Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute—
you're already there waiting!


Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
At night I'm immersed in the light!"
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
night and day,
darkness and light,
they're all the same to you.

13-16
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!


You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book,
you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
17-22
Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
God, I'll never comprehend them!
I couldn't even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.


Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
And you murderers—out of here!—
all the men and women who belittle you, God,
infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
See how I hate those who hate you, God,
see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
Your enemies are my enemies!

23-24
Investigate my life, O God,
find out everything about me;
Cross-examine and test me,
get a clear picture of what I'm about;

See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong—
then guide me on the road to eternal life.

1 comment:

The Kingsborough Queen said...

MMMmmm...that still, small voice! thanks for sharing, even the harder stuff. i felt quieted, slightly convicted, and sighed a little sigh of relief for you...and for me...for all of us!