Friday, August 21, 2015

The Headache of Joy

I've spent each morning this week getting up wee early and trying to look like something that didn't just crawl out of bed before I get to school.  Are they just making light bulbs less bright,  because it surely can't be that I'm getting older.  I've begun to make note of who I talk to and what about so I can pray for it the next morning, me pacing back and forth in the parking lot calling out the names and hearts of those I meet each day.  I'm praying big and bold because I'm expecting big and bold.  I'm taking hold of the unseen, rather than the seen, as reality and frankly it's stealing my sleep.  Because I'm just that excited.  I've never been more sure of what I don't see in my life.  It's the wildest of adventures and I don't want to miss a thing.

Today I came in from outside,  filled up from praying and people came into where I run the school store.  I always whisper a prayer up fast to invite Him in to inhabit the encounter. He has rushed in like a mighty wind, and I sense I am standing on holy ground.

Tonight, my girl and I, tired to the bone from adjusting ourselves to this new path we're walking on, went to our first after school party.  I met some of the kids she'd met this week.  Lovely Naomi, who shares my girls' name; animated, full of life and Spirit ,sat and talked Life with me and I loved hearing her heart.  Kyle, such a sweet spirit, smiling, I'm quite sure of it, from inside his shark suit, made me laugh as he did the limbo.  The light in their eyes lit me up.  Even if you never know me, I said to them inside my heart, I will be your cheerleader.  How I love to see people fly free.  It makes me cry happy.

As I sat watching the fireworks to end tonight, my tired settled into my bones and my head was hurting.  I smiled to myself as I realized......I had the headache of just too much joy to contain.  I drove home feeling like a reflection of His hand prints and sighed deep as I crawled into my jammies.  My phone went off.  It was a friend reaching out.  "Pray for me." was all she said.  I'll go to sleep doing just that.  Just one more gift from the Father as I drift off to sleep





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