In response to my last downer of an entry, I do have to say that it is getting better all the time. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I sometimes feel so low that the only way to look is up, other times I think it’s because I know that God has a wonderful plan for my life. I just need to be obedient to him and his calling and most important to his timing.

I hate it when you hear from God and he tells you to do something that you don’t want to do. I think the Bible says you have to die to yourself. Yup, that sucks. Dying to yourself. Today I opened up our washing machine which I was informed by my brother last Friday (that right folks, one week ago) was broken. He said it wouldn’t drain. Guess what I found when I opened it up? Yup you guessed it, half a washing machine’s worth of stagnant water. Wonderful I thought to myself. Just what I need…stink water. So here’s the dying to myself part. God told me to empty it out. Why should I do it I argued with God. Because he said. Great, just because. So rather reluctantly I did it. Do I feel better now? Honestly, not really. I just don’t understand why my brother didn’t do it when it first stopped working. Or at the very least he should have left the machine open. At least this way some of the water would have evaporated instead of just sitting there and growing organisms. Oh well, it’s better to be obedient to God than to try to prove a point to anyone else.

Tonight we had a guest speaker at church. Salamat from Pakistan came and shared. Sometimes it’s hard to understand him since he has a thick accent but there is no denying that he is a man of God and a powerful man of God at that. He challenged us to be “burning bushes” in our community. We don’t necessarily have to do everything ourselves, but if we can attract a “Moses” through our lives we will do more good than trying to do it all ourselves. It was a really good word. He offered prayer for anyone that wanted prayer after the service. I believe that whenever we have a guest speaker we should take the impartation that he has to offer. I convinced Malia to come with me and Krystie joined us up there. Malia got prayed for, then Krystie. You know, somehow I just knew that Krystie was going to go down. I don’t know how I knew, I just knew. Anyway, she did end up going down and I was there to catch her. Must have been a word of knowledge or something. When she came to, she told me that she didn’t know what happened because that had never happened before. It was beautiful. God is so incredible. When Salamat was praying for me, I also felt like I was going to fall. I also suspected that there wasn’t any one behind me to catch me so I fought him. In retrospect I wish I didn’t fight so hard. I miss those times on the ground where the Spirit just has a chance to minister to me. Maybe I can sneak in the prayer line later this weekend.

Tomorrow we’re going to make the campus look all pretty for the holidays. I must go home and get some rest. Those are always long days. Decorating a church campus isn’t easy. There’s lots of work to be done. At least they always make it look super good.