Holy Spirit, Gift of God

On the plane to Portugal...

On the plane to Portugal, this is actually the first time all week I've been able to write. Very sad of me seeing as it's the weekend.

God's been showing me a lot this week. Some of it I don't understand why. I wonder why. Have I missed something? I always just want to be doing what he wants me to do.
Is he trying to pull me the other way?
I look deeper into his word desperately trying to find answers.
I listens to worship songs displaying his glory.
Poems singing of his majesty.
I try to write my own. All the way hoping for myself to be drawn in deeper. Sometimes it works for a split second.

Life would be easier if I had a hotline to God.
Life would be easier if he was physically here.
Life would be easier if he spoke clearly into my ears.
But I'm not here for me.

Went to church sunday eve with some girls from youth.
Wow.
God was exalted.
God is exalted.
I must admit, I was very pleased to be in a Holy Spirit filled room with others and to be blessed, but I couldn't stop thinking 'What will happen when the church looses it's charisma? Will they all stay? Or will they search and move on to another lively church?'

I learned that night many things.
1, The 10 minute talk was about reaching out and sharing the gospel, so I learnt and received encouragement from the HS.
2, That my Chritian walk isn't about me, it's about God using me to reach the nations.
3, How and what to pray for when it comes to my less jumpy church.
And 4, That my church isn't THE BEST CHURCH.

This trip to Portugal I hope will totally bless the kids minds. I want to show them Gods love, how much he cares for them and how he can change their lives.

Lord, Let me be a blessing to them this weekend.
May I make everlasting friendships by your grace.
Lord, take my hands, feet, smile, words and use them for your work.
I give all I am to you.

posted by MissHarwood @ 09:08