Sunday, July 22, 2012
Day 3 of my Bday month in the year that I turned 22. I was invited to worship evening,so I invited 2. Most of that day was routine that I can't really recall. Excitement and expectancy filled my lungs as I walked in. I yearned for an encounter with God, once again. That night when I screamed for Jesus until I couldn't breathe anymore, I realized what it meant to give God His breath back. I stopped focusing on my troubles and what I lack. I ran towards Him and leaped into His arms. He caught me. In that moment I knew I was safe. I felt secure. I was loved. I was cared for. I was home.