There is no feeling as great as when you know you are consumed by the Spirit—no worship is better, no prayer means more, no sermon comes more alive. Diana commented that she watched me as I danced today I “had some moves.” Any move I had was the Spirit in me. What anointing is in that worship anyway, but when you are under the anointing yourself, it is awesome.

When will I play a tambourine on a Sunday in church again? When will I fly across the floor? Today I used TWO 9X9 streamers. I had my Elegant Grace anyway, and then we sang “Let it Rain” and I saw Terry’s Purity streamer nearby. I grabbed it and I danced the rain of the Spirit. Today I was especially dancing it for one person that I wanted the Lord to minister to. It was truly intercessory worship much of the time. But it was just awesome anyway.

It may be a long time. It may be February when I get back here—or it could be in a month as I settle. But for now I don’t know. I am okay though. In fact I came to terms with that last night with the Lord.

After the planned worship Pastor Darrell led us in “We fall down/ We lay our crowns/ at your feet/ Lord Jesus…” It was so appropriate for me after the talk I had with God only last night. I knelt with my streamers under me. The tambourine lay in front of me. And I worshipped the Lord. I cried a little, knowing what was in my own heart. And then I looked up at the trio of crosses that sit in the old choir loft. A light illuminates the center one projecting a large shadow of a cross. And suddenly realized it looked like the cross in my vision—same size and height and angle. I was in a different area during worship—over slightly to the left. In fact it was very interesting. A whole front section was open where there is never space. I mean it obliviously had to be a lot if I could dance in the front with two 9X9 streamers. I somehow felt that space was for me today. I didn’t take it for granted.

Cindy offered to let me stay the weekend with her and Pastor Dan so I could leave after church next Sunday as I had thought I would before—but I think I am going to go ahead and stick with my schedule. I am not positive and told her I would tell her Tuesday when we get together, but I am okay. I liked ending on a normal Sunday without all the holiday fancy. It seems like a good farewell Sunday. It will never be good bye. This church is home. And because of the great lesson I learned here it will always be key in my life and spiritual development. I see through new eyes all because of a semester in my old church.

Terry and I laughed when we had to look at each other as part of a sermon illustration when the pastor does that “say to your neighbor thing” and it was about God loving us in regards to what he was saying. We high-fived each other. “Didn’t we just go through this the other night?” I said. And she said “yes” with a smile. In Sunday school she looked at me as she was making introductions. She said “And my friend Susan… I could dedicate a whole hour to her… but today is her last Sunday…” And she went on to say I was going to Texas to be a college professor (that is kind of the joke—teaching full time does not make you a professor , but it is still cool!). Country piped in “What’s she gonna teach them? Dance?” And Terry said “No, but she will dance as she is teaching them.” But the look Terry had even when she said she could dedicate an hour on me was like the one in church. This semester has bonded us in a new way. She commented the other night about how very much she loves me and said I can’t even understand how much she loves me. I don’t really get it and I am not sure I was supposed to anyway, but what isn’t said right now is so full in our hearts—I can see it. She wants to anoint me before I leave. We will come back to the guesthouse Thursday after we load the U-haul and pray and do it then I guess. I am not even totally sure what that is about—she just said that the other night and all I know is even if don’t understand it all, I receive it openly. My attitude toward anything of God is YES and AMEN. Do it now, Lord, I want everything You have.

After church I went to a Christmas party and Diana and William’s. That was lots of fun too. It was the same group—the pastors and a few others. It was really nice and I just got home a few minutes ago. I am sleepy but beaming. This isn’t just a high—God is doing something.

The revelation is still coming. All of the things attached to what has happened are growing. The Lord is continuing to speak to me in this area, on this theme, and I am trying to write it down and absorb it. Terry always talks about a purpose and that is right—there is one here and I know that. I am so excited to see what God is going to do. What happened here that was bad in my mind CAN’T happen again—not unless I decide to let it. It is all up to me. So I am free.

Well, Jenna will be here soon so we can go eat, so I better wrap this up. One more week of work in one of my least favorite jobs, but that is okay. And this week will be a wind down. Yes, I have to show up five days, but my heart is in the heavenlies.