Sunday, August 19, 2012

Dearest God,

I write only to report what I see, hear, feel, and experience.  When I see faith at work, when I discover your spirit breathing upon me, I write, I share, I tell the story.  It's as simple as that!

This morning I heard the singing as we entered the church. I hummed along, uniting my spirit with all those celebrating faith.  The prelude, the hymn singing, the scripture, and the message caused me to soar, my spirit so happy, I wanted to sing and dance aloud.  When I saw the hymn title following the morning sermon, I smiled real big.  I was back in West Africa dancing with the African Christians in church.  My feet found the rhythm first, my shoulders followed suit, my breathing and singing too..ooh...so African, so celebratory.  Guide My Feet while I run this race.  Guide my feet while I run this race.  Guide my feet while I run this race.  For I don't want to run this race in vain."  The race of faith, the race of spirit, the race of your living presence walking, running, speeding up, slowing down, staying on the path, going uphill and down...always running with you.

I know your spirit when I see, hear, taste, touch, and smell it.  So beautiful, so awe-inspiring, so in-your-face wonderful!  My whole being swayed as we sang Guide My Feet.  I meant it and so did they.  We want your guidance, your Sweet-Jesus guidance.  Reveled, I reveled in your presence, you Holy Spirit God!

Guide my feet,
Precious Lord,
guide my feet
to eternity's door.
Guide the whole
of me
to your door,
Great God.
Let me in,
I cry,
let me in,
I pray.
Hallelujah!

Love, Andrea