Thank you. Thanks. I was your hands, you lent me your face,
and my hands stained red.
Knowing you is beyond joy. Being aware of your presence is
enough to last a lifetime. But ministering with you, and showing people your
love? More than my heart can handle. My soul trembles with delight and fear of
you as I gaze at the works of your hands staining my hands red. Staining my
hands red. My hands are forever stained red. I am marked. I am not trivial. I
am not wavering. I will walk the
travail. Because life not pursuing Jesus is the greatest burden you could ever
place on me. I will walk, I will plague the highest heights and lowest depths
breathing it in until there is nothing more to breathe. And when I can’t
breathe any more I will burst, and bring light to dark places that are hungry,
eating away and gnawing at their stomachs till they are compacting space and
time. But when the light hits it magnifies, it manifests, it jumps to cover the
space and time because it is all touching the same heart, the same root, the
need to know, the hunger to breathe, the all important reason and purpose of
pursuing life, Jesus.
Thank you. Thanks. I was your hands, you lent me your face,
and my hands stained red.
Okay so two San Francisco testimonies. First story is mine second is a team members- I
think both are pretty wicked awesome. :) (I should share some healing room testimonies...they're amazing and too numerous to keep up with, excellent problem to have!)
Story 1:
Some of my new made street friends pulled me over to a lady
who was in a barred off area because they wanted to introduce me to their
friend Stewy. I asked if I should bring a cup of hot chocolate for him (since
we were out serving hot chocolate) and they introduced me to what turned out to
be a doll haha.
The lady who had the doll lives on the streets and just
received a bag of clothing from her employers. She wanted to give me clothes. I
was like dang, a homeless woman is trying to give me clothes right now. :) I
told her I didn't have a need but that I could find someone to take them from
me. She did insist though that I should keep them. I asked her if she was an
artist and she said yeah how did you know, and started singing and rapping
about the pain and victory of the streets.
When I had to leave I gave her a hug and she gave me a kiss
on the cheek. She told me I love you, and I looked into her eyes and said I
love you too.
I took the backpack of clothing back to my group. God
highlighted a woman who I should give it to (who was quite intimidating)
and so I sucked up my nerve and went. She received it and opened up to talking
with me. She said some profound things too. I left her to give out hot
chocolate and my team members told me she wouldn't talk to them before and
would not accept any thing to drink. So I took some chocolate to her and she
accepted it as well as her friend. God completely used one homeless woman to
help me love another.
Story 2:
Another time we were at the dock singing and praising God.
One of the team members, Nicole had pain in her foot. A woman walked up to
stand by her and the pain left. When the woman moved away from the group the
pain returned to Nicole's foot. So she went over and asked if the lady had pain
in her foot. She said yes that she had some fractured toes and that when she
had walked up to our group the pain had left and when she walked away the pain
returned. Our worship to Jesus had set the atmosphere that when she entered our
area her foot was healed!! Since the pain had returned after she moved away Nicole
prayed for her foot and it was completely healed! :) wow. Jesus haha I love
Him, He's the one who made the victory available!
Meeting Jesus is ecstasy.
Ecstasy: definition
ec Ÿsta Ÿsy
noun
1.
The knowledge that my life is beyond me and the
makeup of my soul infinitely greater than I could imagine because it reflects one
whose government has no end
2.
The likelihood of meeting Jesus for tea
3.
Knowing my Friend
4.
Being free by way of being fully me
5.
Burning out of my skin, knowing more and more I
extend past the point of no more return
