It's funny how one goes to minister and then becomes ministered to. God did such an amazing work in my heart this weekend. He rekindled the love that I once had for Him. He reminded me of how I use to be when I first fell in love with Him... the passion that once filled my heart... the PASSION... the exhuberance.... the unending joy. I met my Jesus again by the Cross.... He came and met me where I was at.... no matter how unworthy....how stained I am... He met me there... and all He could tell me of was His love for me. He reminded me of my calling and the things that He has in store. He showed me things in my future that I have to hold onto...cling to... and fight for. My Daddy wrapped His arms around me and told me that it's ok for me to be who I am. It's ok to struggle with this calling because He has set me apart.... and I cried.... I don't want this calling...but it's not about what I want or desire because when I'm in love with Him His desires are my desires.

I fell in love with my Jesus again this weekend... I surrendered to Him all the crap in my life and He came...and took it.... and showed me nothing but Love and Grace.