radical reignition? sure let's call it that.

It's 2 in the morning, and with this jet lag I will never sleep. So I will not lay in bed doing something unproductive (if you know me well, go ahead and do a little "haha") but instead I will write about my very eventful day. I am in a pensive mood for two reasons. One, because of my extremely intense day but also because 2 in the morning is a special hour for me. I remember many nights with close friends at 2 in the morning. I remember the sweet sounds of an acoustic guitar mixed with prayers and songs and words of wisdom and revelation from the Father to us. I remember resting in the presence of God with some of the most passionate, loving, interesting and beautiful people I have ever met. I remember that fat cat, the smells, the pictures on the wall that I would pretend to study as I soak up every minute of my surroundings. I remember this all so vividly as if it was last yesterday that I experienced this, and not five months ago. I also remember coffee and waffles, two of my favorite things. I remember chocolate milk while I was on my period  and so completely exhausted from the Burn sets we played previously that evening. Yeah, you get the point, now I'm totally rambling.  I fully understand no one will read this, but that is comforting in a way because I can write freely and creatively without a worry. So yes, I will write about my day while listening to a poor recording of a song I wrote called Dove and a bit of Misty.

My day started off in a lovely manner! I called my parents who just this morning returned to the US from their free cruise, and they were very excited and bubbly with stories and laughs. I can immediately upon hearing them share their experience understand that I have changed so much since last April. Instead of being frustrated and jealous because they went on a cruise without me, I was so overjoyed for them to experience such fun and relaxation! I'm just being extremely honest and open here. Isn't that awesome?! I want to be known for who I really am. I now want to be know for my real thoughts and actions, both good and bad. Pride is defined by "the inability to be known for who you really are" and that is the opposite of what Jesus tells me to be. He says in Colossians 3:12 ish to clothe yourselves with humility, so here I am, living out what I am expecting of other people around me to the best of my ability with the power of Holy Spirit! Haha! I am rambling so much I am making myself laugh. Ooooohkay. I chatted with my dad but unfortunately ran out of time before the conversation was over to talk with my mom because it was time to go to church! I went to The Bridge with my lovely host parents whom I love so much, Dave and Laura. (They are awesome people, and I might go into detail about them later, I have a feeling I will not sleep tonight.) Pastor Ian spoke of re-ignition, and it was SUCH a timely and spirit-led preaching. I think it might have been the first time I noticed a drastic change in a local church community from apathy and disinterest to going forward in a Biblical manner to advance the kingdom of God and meet Him in the most intimate way. I know for a fact and believe with all my heart that it is because of the prayers of His righteous people in this community that this change has and will continue to take place. I can't remember everything Ian spoke on, forgive me, but the jest of it was focused on John 20 and Acts 1:5-2:ish. Ian was talking about when Jesus returned to His disciples after His resurrection and taught them for forty days. At the end of this teaching time He breathed on these 120 and baptized them in the spirit. After this event took place He told them to wait for the Helper (Holy Spirit) to come to them. So 120 of Jesus' crew went up into a small cramped room and waited. For ten days. Can you imagine what kind of attitude you would have after ten days of waiting for something to happen, but not really knowing what that something was? (I know that I, personally, would have an attitude of a diva! I might not show it outwardly, but God would see that I was being a diva, and He would laugh at me because I didn't know any better.) Anyways, these people, His church, they waited. Then on day ten, BAM the empowerment of the Holy Spirit came!! In Acts 2 it says His Spirit was poured out on every one of those people and they began to speak in all types of tongues and prophesy! I don't think it said exactly that, but bear with my rough translation for now please. So Pastor Ian went on to tell about how the beginning of baptism of the Holy Spirit is at initial acceptance of Jesus and water baptism, but the empowering of the Holy Spirit, where we see God move His hand in our lives supernaturally through prophesy and tongues and all that, should happen everyday! I definitely agreed with him (maybe a bit too vocally than most church-goers are comfortable with) and was so happy to see that message being preached in the church!

 After church I went home and finished my phone conversation with my parents. I talked to all three of my sisters and my mom and then ran out of skype credit just as my mom was saying how she would love to move to Canada with just me and staff a school with YWAM. Then I kindly reminded her she has three other young children who need her at home. She responded by saying parents in the Navy do things of this nature all the time. I think it was God's timing to shut the conversation off there. Thanks to Dave and Laura and their awesome hospitality, I could use their skype to finish up that conversation, while taking caution to leave out any comment concerning the previous discussion of abandonment of children for the ministry.

After that call I had an awesome time at my school graduation. Dave and Laura took me. In the car they asked me what my favorite coffee drink from this great place Zucchini Blossom was and I told them. Then a few minutes later they re-entered the church with that same drink! They are dear souls. It was a bitter sweet gathering, but I know I will see all my classmates again at some point in time. Maybe not all at the same time, but somehow each of them one way or another. Something deep down in my spirit tells me I will be back here in Medicine Hat, Alberta again. I didn't even have a proper goodbye with any of my classmates, which was weird for me. But anyways we shot footage for the Pursuit internship promo video, which is always fun for me because I love words, but the guys in my class needed me to coach them on how to stand and where to look and stuff. It was a good, fun time.I felt a release from that place for now to grow and experience the world for myself. I am eighteen and I have so much to do before settling into one place, especially a place so far from home.

Then I had dinner with Willie and the Daw family. I had an amazing talk with Sarah Daw, so awesome in fact that I don't even have enough energy to write it down (not that any of this is blog worthy, I'll probably just delete it in the morning, but you know what I mean). I so enjoyed the time Sarah took out of her family dinner to give me advice about going home and about vision and about really everything going on in my life and my walk with Jesus. I appreciate her friendship, and I know I will know her well my whole life.


Then I came home and was able to skype my good friend, Ben. We talked about how everything was changing, how every one in our "family"  is either going away or will be going away from home. We talked about time and growing and prophesy. It's always a good time talking to Ben. I don't think he knows it yet but he is a very big encouragement to me.

Then....here I am.

I am covered with pillows and blankets and I am getting frustrated with my broken glasses that keep falling off my face. I'm sure you would chuckle now if you could see me here in the middle of the night, typing away.

Back to the point of being real, I am struggling with bitterness towards some things. So much so, that I find myself talking about it with other people. I can feel my heart saying "Stop! You are gossiping. You know better, God has shown you better!" but my dumb mouth keeps babbling on and on. My heart does NOT want to stay bitter, but my mind does not know how to rectify this situation. So Holy Spirit come, help me, guide me into the way that would best mend this hole in my heart towards this specific issue.

I will say it again, even though I have said it many times, I am in love. I am in love with Jesus, my bridegroom and my redeemer. I cannot wait to be married to Him one day, and I feel that day will be soon! If you don't know what I'm talking about, facebook John-Mark Gal and he'll tell you all about it. Or just study the book of revelation and the parables that Jesus taught and Holy Spirit will show you. I am IN love with Him, I tell you. It's very real! So real in fact that it's almost painful to ponder. The true cry of my heart is that this zeal the Lord has given me for His house will not turn into my own enthusiasm over time, but it will continually create in me a clean heart, one worthy of His affections, and it will guide me on the path of righteousness, ever seeking to be further up and farther into the deeper things.

As deep calls unto deep, and as my pillow cries to my head, I relinquish my right of free speech for the night. I hope that as you read this, if anyone does, that you will become less interested and less curious about me. I hope this because I am , in fact, very boring and dull compared to the glory of the Father that awaits you in the very special way God created you to commune with Him. I challenge you to find out what that way is. I feel I am just starting to develop this unique love language, and already I am enamored by His creativity and knowledge of who I am and the knowledge of the perfect way in which I can relate to Him.

Good night!