one of the happiest days of my life…
[ ok, you’re probably not going to understand this post, but here goes… ]
…was the day i was asked to leave a church.
I got a rush of joy from the holy spirit. I was dancing all the way home, swinging round power poles, singing out loud, oblivious to what anyone might think. i was ‘drunk’ in the spirit.
in the book of exodus, god delivered a nation. but their journey from bondage to promised land includes a series of tests, starting at the red sea. it was a set-up! god arranged it!
first the red sea, then no water, then no food, & so on. god was preparing a nation.
according to the writer of hebrews, god disciplines us FOR OUR OWN GOOD. he loves us!
so back to my happy day… i was told i had two weeks to change, or i had to leave. (i forgot to ask what i was doing wrong… silly me.)
god was testing me. preparing me.
i got a download of joy from the holy spirit, so i knew god was with me.
i wish i could say i passed the test, but no…
two weeks came & went. i wasn’t forced to leave. i was told it was a stalemate.
but eventually i caved in. i totally ignored the voice of the holy spirit, i went to leadership & said pray for me, i submit.
that sounds like a good thing, right! submission is good?
no. not when you refuse to listen to the holy spirit.
over the next year i totally lost the joy. i went into full time mission, miracles happened, people got saved… but no joy. eventually i had a nervous breakdown that took years to recover from.
this story happened almost 30 years ago.
so why am i sharing it now?
because i’m getting the joy back, that’s why!
& i’m getting my health back!
it has happened in increments over many years, but i felt like the joy i had was never fully restored.
until recently that is…
& it feels good.