3Mega Tons
Spent yesterday in a small town just east named Danville– IT was a small prophetic conference for a black church. It was in a Community College hall believe it or not. About 35-40 People. We hauled 3-tons of music gear for this deal (mega tons in fact)- no joke a trailer full. Drum sets, PAs, Amps, Guitars out the wazoo… Three floors up to this low ceiling yet surprisingly very acoustic room. It was fun– about 3 hours long- we played solid for about 20 minutes until it was turned into ministry time. alas… You get used to smashing out 2 hours sets straight in the house of prayer. Some real inner healing broke out. No not for me, for the saints that showed up.
Got home about 00:30.
I really got convicted about complaining in regards to a life of corn pickin’ and star gazing. I felt I was missing something being here in the midwest. But really I know I shouldn’t. Thank God that He burns our bridges and pushes down the path of no return.
This is the exact thing i am struggling with right now…
can we ever really miss anything when we are in the center of Him?
so then why does it feel that way
…a thankful heart and the refuge of His presence are my only hope to making it out here, i am realizing…pretty much anywhere, i guess
any suggestions?
Well, I think it’s a balancing act at times… you know Life for Me and then life for Him. When it’s for Him I’m satisfied, when it’s for me, I get all messed up. I guess it’s about abiding. O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? [v]