Sunday, February 14, 2010
this morning we sang
we filled a lil church called the Refuge where the tattered, torn, hurting, homeless gathered
there was destruction in their eyes, places of deep hurt and lack of care
Linda, who has now given me a headache twice now said she refuses to go back to church, refuses
but there she sat, in Refuge.
He spoke about love, because it's valentines day. Beautiful beautiful love,
his stood with a cane and his voice wobbled a bit,
he had told us before something about the brain tumor he had had once
and now, I believe it affects his speech. But, he is a beautiful man
and claims the leg he limps on and the way that he is
is the new vessel, only given to make him more like Christ
and he loves Christ.
He spoke about the Romance between us and God
and how romance is intimacy
the place where we connect our heart and our emotions to a person or to God
the place where there is a deep connection to another
intimacy - "into me see."
God wants us to SEE into Him, he wants us to open up ourselves so He is invited to see inside of us
He says intimacy is the ENGINE of the car
or the ENGINE of our relationship
He said that God's heart beats faster when we come into his presence.
He says we must not think about how to free our hearts
but simply to do it
to give our hearts to God
to surrender
and let him take us.
I used to think I could try to figure out my heart by thinking about it long and hard
and that I could make it do what I wanted it to do
but our hearts are strange things
and they are not always one with our mind
and I had to release my heart to God
and free it to Him in order to fall in love with Him or
with Danny.
it says numerous times that God changes the heart to accomplish His will
and when we surrender our hearts to God
we can trust His movement in them.
If you feel like you are fighting against it you have not freed it.
I dont know if that makes sense, but it made sense to me.
I love you all.
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<3 sounds like refuge is beautiful
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