3/15/03

3:17 a.m. Just got into bed. Terry and I were up talking and praying forever. We all went to dinner in Hollywood—which was good since I forgot to eat lunch--and by the time we got home it was 11:30, then we talked about, well, let’s see, what ELSE do we talk about but GOD! Darrell was falling asleep but stayed in the room. Then Terry wanted me to teach her some basic dance steps she could do in church so she was more confident so I taught her balances and a Shachah pattern that is easy but simple—Worship. Then we sat down to pray around 1:30 probably, and we talked longer. Then we prayed even longer. Then we talked some more about what we prayed about because it was all so awesome. For the record, I have used that word a LOT this week and in every single instance I am referring to the works of God that are truly awe-inspiring. I do not take it for granted. A miracle has happened here. There were two other times in my life that I can immediately think of—probably more that if it were not almost 3:30 a.m. I could recall—that I sensed I had just entered a situation that I thought was temporary, and it changed my life forever (the influence even if it didn’t last forever). The first I am recalling was in 2000 when I went to the CFNI Women’s Conference and met Magrate Yap and the Shachah ministry. I went to take some dance classes. The next Saturday I began driving to Dallas and have for 2 ½ years. My life is entirely changed because of my involvement in that ministry. The second time was when I went to visit Tyler Metro on Easter Sunday, April 15, 2001. I was only visiting, planning to move to Dallas that fall. But I stayed. I never went anywhere else. And at the time of both I knew once I was IN them that something in me had been changed in away that I could never return. Tonight (this morning), I felt that rare but powerful feeling again. This encounter with Darrell and Terry is a work of God. Before I left I sent out an itinerary to some friends to have for praying and contact if they needed it. It was precise and had everything down to the day and the amount of hours I would travel that day. As Terry and I prayed, she was thanking God for changing my itinerary because I had told her about that. I saw myself back at the computer making it. Then I saw the hand of God take that sheet of paper and make it longer. I started laughing this joyful laugh as she prayed, realizing what had happened. It reminded me of when I was applying for jobs in Dallas and had it all picked out and then went to Tyler Metro. Some things change your life forever. Terry and Darrell both keep saying that they can see the miracle in me. So few people now know what God has done. Sometimes I get so used to being an ordinary person that I almost forget where I was brought from. But I have remembered. I have seen it again and even recorded it all on video. Anyone who doubts the truth and faithfulness of God needs to hear my history. I am glad God has allowed me to remember. This is the right kind of reflecting in your past because God gets the glory.

The song has become mine. It was prophetic and will be my trademark dance, I think. I can’t believe how much of it God has already given me. Today I could not dance it without crying out to Him.

I have to sleep. Terry has to leave for a pastor’s wife thing at 8:30. I told her to at least come in and say good bye if I am not up. It is better that she is gone when I leave. It is hard to leave her. We were instant kindred spirits—literally—upon stumbling upon each other again. She gushes as I do. We are such good and close friends. Years passed and made us closer. What are the odds? But God! So it is easier because I would probably cry. Who wants to find a friend like that and then leave so quickly? But God gave us three days—of a weeklong trip. And we know that in three short months—one season—I will be back. That will be the end of spring. God has done a lot with spring this trip too, and in preparations for it even. I have fallen in love with spring. Winter and rain are gone and He has come to me. This season is His. The change is in the air, in the atmosphere. He has come.