Sunday, January 20, 2008

Dear God,

Something is happening inside me every time I preach. I feel a new spirit, a strong spirit. I feel like a new preacher with an urgent message. And when I look out over my flock, I feel somethin' happenin'.

I feel the foundation shaking, the foundation of status quo. I feel the spirit cracking the old concrete, like when spring warmth cracks the ice at the bottom of the earth. I feel things stirring. I feel the birth pangs of the spirit.

I don't know how it's all going to shake out. Don't know what lay ahead. Don't know when. Just know you're walking among us, sprinklin' enthusiasm.

I'm trustin', fallin' backward into your arms, knowing you have a plan, a destiny for this community. I'm willin' to follow your lead, to be a spirit pioneer to take us into the future, always listenin' for your command.

I'm lookin' around,
waiting, watching
for the spirit to break open.
I hear her sounds,
listenin' for the call.
I see her face,
know her joy.
I'm lookin' around
waiting, watching
for the spirit to break open.

Loving you, Andrea