Speak up!

I have been thinking a lot over the past few days about how I've gotten to the place I am and why I am here. I have moved through seasons of discouragement, heartache, and, quite frankly, bad decisions. And so I was thinking about how I got the courage to move past those things and take a stand for what is right and true, and how I've overcome so many obstacles. My first and main point of strength has been from Jesus, who has never left me. And after Him there are so many others. I would like to say that it was those who only ever told me how awesome I was, but let's be real. I haven't always been awesome. (I know, your mind is blown.) The people who really have made an impact are those who have been willing to be real with me and not pull punches.

Dream, dream, dream.

For those of you who are musically inclined, I totally just got that song stuck in your head. You're welcome. You can thank me later.

So last night Tony spoke on dreams at Alpha, and it got me to thinking. He said that you have to let your dream die so that it can be resurrected. I've heard that a lot, and I have really tried to absorb it and live by it. But the thing is, it's hard for me to let things go. I have dreams; big dreams. And to be honest, there are a few things that I have let die because I know that now is not the time.

Worship and revelation Pt. 1

(This is probably going to be several postings long ... there's just too much to say all at once.)

I absolutely love to worship. I think I could stay in the presence of God for hours and not get bored. (Hungry, maybe, but not bored.) I have fought battles and gone through trials to come to where I am in worship, and I think that's why it is so sweet to me. But where I have been isn't the point of this post. This post is to share a revelation that I had in worship this past week; to try and put into words what my brain is having a hard time wrapping around.