Building a Personal Altar

I was just sitting here, praying and worshipping God, and everything was pretty normal…until…all the sudden, the Holy Spirit laid ONE sentence upon my heart and it totally wrecked me. He just reminded me of how completely He has changed my life and I burst into tears. No…like I literally burst. There was no starting with a little trickle that turned into crying. I mean like tears immediately shot out of my eyes, full-force, like a dam breaking. It was incredible. I wasn’t sad at all. I was just so free–all over again, I was free.

My pastor was just talking about crying the other day. He said, if the eyes are the windows to your soul, then there ought to be a little condensation on the glass that leaks out from time to time. 🙂 Well, I don’t know about condensation today…this was more like a full-on torrential rain! I feel like this incident was monumental. It sounds goofy, I know, but I don’t think this was a regular old, run of the mill “Oh, Lisa’s crying again” kind of thing. I feel like God just broke something new off of me that I didn’t even know I had. I feel a new, fresh filling of His Spirit and a joy I can’t explain or contain.

In all honesty, I’m not really going anywhere with this post for anyone but me. I’m just documenting something that happened because I believe it was significant. I don’t know what may come of it or what God is going to do with the new fire He just set in my spirit, but I think I’m never going to be the same. It’s in moments like these that people in the Old Testament would build altars to remind them and future generations of exactly what happened, when it happened, and where it happened. Well, today, something happened and it happened right here in my living room…but we’ll have to wait to say exactly what it was because I’m still not quite sure! 

In one sentence…a sentence I can’t even repeat because it was just too much…God reminded me of all He freed me from, then He revealed to me that I have been struggling to write my book because I’m trying to tell an old story, but I’m not living that story anymore…the story I need to write is a new story…a story of the adventures He and I are on now. What’s done is done, and it’s an awesome testimony, but it’s not my whole story. My story is far more victorious than that one-time miracle. He wants to live a life-time of miracles through me and I need to be ready to document them as we get ready to move forward into this new season.

Something is shifting. I can’t name it, but I can feel it. It’s definitely shifting! 🙂