I encountered God this weekend. At a camp ground.
I encountered God this weekend. And it was full of tears.
I never know to describe myself as an emotional person or not. But sometimes, rivers of tears seem second nature. At least they were second nature when I was breaking off soul ties. The freedom you get from knowing you are no longer bound to someone is breathe taking. It's like bridging the top of a roller coaster, with your fingertips grazing the clouds, and with one swift motion, your body is embraced with the warm wind. I love knowing that I am not only free of the ties that were anchoring me in certain areas of life, but I am also free to create new, God purposed, healthy soul ties. Ones that produce fruit that won't sit bitterly on my tongue.
I had another encounter with God. An encounter involving generational sin/family curses. The lists of sin that can entangle itself in you through distant and near relatives was astounding! I was being tied to things, that I didn't even know stemmed back to my grandparents. Everyone in the room stood together, and broke off, in unison, every area of demonic presence, and generational sin/family curses that were latching onto us. The power in the room, where there was evidently more than 2 gathered, was pulsing. Once again, the tears were a'streamin.
But I have to say, my favorite encounter with God this weekend had to do with Him revealing His promise for my life to me, once again. The first night we arrived at the camp, after all of our sessions were completed, Sarah, Casey, and I headed to a pavilion to play guitar, keys, and uke. A new friend of ours, and amazing man of God, who shows so much love, joined us as we worshiped. He and I started talking about the journey God has me on now, and how much I am learning, and how much He has in store for me. He told me he kept getting an image of a duck and an "O" next to it - BAM! Freakin Portland, Oregon! HOLY MOLY SMOKES COW! I know that I am called there, but the affirmation is nothing but a prized jewel in my eyes. The Lord knows I need to hear things repeatedly for it to stick in my heart! Brian told me that God wants me to dream bigger. That I am slowly opening and walking through doors now, but soon I will be running and ripping them off their hinges! OOFTA! Then, today, after all of our sessions for the whole weekend were complete, we had 45 minutes to spend just soaking in His presence before we left. We were told to ask God what game He wants to play with us. So I sprawled on the stage and just rested, praising Him. I asked him the game He wanted to play, and I got an image. An image of a stick figure on a pier, standing next to the ledge, throwing out a fishing line. The stick figure pulled up a fish. Then God showed me the story of feeding the multitude with 2 fish. My one fish turned into a person, that I shared God's love with, and that one person told two more people, and those two told four more... and so on and so forth. God was showing me the plan He has for me. A life of being a fisher of men. YES PLEASE!
Also: I would like to consider myself a gifted s'more maker, but after this weekend, hands down, the title goes to John. Not only does he continuously rotate the mellow on a stick for at least 5 minutes, but he also has a brick set near the fire on which he places, open faced, the grahams and chocolate to pre-heat before the mellow is applied and the sandwich is formed. Be jealous your mouth did not consume this glorious creation.
