the enemy’s been defeated.
I didn’t get a chance to type a blog last week because I had no computer access for most of the week.
VBS was stellar. Children make me laugh. One of the kids in my group gave his life to Jesus. It was precious. When I told him that he could talk with Jesus whenever he so desired, he was sincerely excited. He asked me why? That question plays in later.
I went to camp. We left Sunday. I left with a lot of resentment towards my father for not allowing Natalie to come, and half-expecting to not be touched because of that resentment. I was sure that I’d never talk to my dad again, seeing as he had grounded Natalie from talking to me and said that I was a terrible influence upon her because I told her she should ask if she could go to camp.
But I was wrong, I was touched.
Chapel Number One: Expectancy.
He asked us to write down what we expected and hoped for God to do during camp. I wrote:
I want God to create an insatiable hunger in me. I want to believe what the Word says about me. I want to feel beautiful.
Chapel Number Two: Intimacy.
He said that worship creates the atmosphere in which God moves and that the posture of your heart, attitude and life creates the atmosphere for worship.
So, the posture of your heart allows for the atmosphere for worship and the atmosphere of worship allows for God to move.
Oh, and Megan O’Connell went to the hospital.
Chapel Number Three: Identity.
You need to know who you are in Christ in order to do what you’re purposed to do in Christ’s kingdom.
This was the night that resentment was released, fathers were forgiven and we learned to accept the redemption that was offered to us the day that the Lamb displayed the greatest love that anyone could ever know. It was an awesome night.
Oh, and Richie Lopez went to the hospital.
Chapel Number Four: Word of God
The strength of your voice is not found in the words you use or the knowledge you have, but in the life you live.
God shut me up this night. He told me to stop singing the words and to just talk to Him. “Where have all my friends gone?” (Sean said it the first day, Sophie said it also and it had been ringing in my heart for a while now) I accomplished a friendship with Jesus that night. The words that I was praying, shouting, were entirely not from my own mind.
We do not know what we ought to pray so the Spirit intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.
I prayed for a fire that cannot be put out. I prayed for a hunger that could not be satisfied. I prayed for a thirst that could not be quenched. I prayed a spirit of yearning over every person in the room, and I think God might have granted my prayer.
To say the least, my eyes were opened that night.
No tears, no swollen eyes, no intense emotional sensation. Just God and I getting rugged.
The enemy’s been defeated. Death couldn’t hold You down. Gonna lift our voice in victory, gonna make your praises loud.
Oh, and Megan O’Connell went to the hospital again.
Richie was healed of diabetes that night through intense prayer.
It was a good night.
Now, I’m spending the night at Patrice’s home-opener’s house 
I’m sincerely tired, so good night.
Filed by nannette at June 20th, 2008 under Life-changing