I am lying in bed in my dorm room. The clock at the foot of my bed reads 12:26 in small green numbers that are quietly yelling "You need to be asleep!" I've been thinking over the day and all that's happened. As I come to the worship session at the end of the day, I smile. It feels good to be this happy. I know that I am ready to give God my all. I am slowly fading into sleep, but I want to dwell in the memory of an event that has just happened.
I see the Baker Center, and all the campers, the Deans, and the staff. I see Mr. Dave get up and begin to speak. He talks about worshiping, and how he wants us to get our of our comfort zone and worship in a different way tonight. There are many positions to worship God in, and they are often symbolic of where we are in our faith. He asks: are our hands lifted high? Or do we have our backs turned away?
As we go through several different positions, I feel the weight of a new knowledge settling. I know that God is there, in that room, right beside me. I know I don't have to do anything alone. I know I need to give God my all. I know I am ready. It is now that I start to cry. I feel silly, but then I feel good. I feel relief.
As my dorm room comes back into focus, I know that if anyone were to turn the light on, they would find me grinning crazy big; I don't really care. I know that I have finally experienced that something that I've been waiting for. I know that the questions that I've been dealing with for the past weeks are answered. I see that the answers were really very simple. I see how good God is.
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