This Blog is Supernatural

Today what happened in church totally freaked me out.

As pastor reached the 3/4 mark in his sermon he suddenly switched track and said, 'We are known as the post 9-11 generation. A generation marked by no hope. But we have something better. Zachariah 9-11.' Then he said this: 'We are Prisoners of Hope'. He then began to elaborate what it meant to be a prisoner of hope. What he described was exactly how I felt that Friday night. When we reach the end of ourselves, and our lives are shattered, He still ministers life, not death and gives us reason to have a positive expectation of good. 'We can't help it. . .not matter what we do we are still loved and accepted', pastor said.

My hair stood up on end! That's because on 2 days ago on Friday night, that was exaxtly what I had posted on this blog. That was exactly what God had spoken to my heart. I didn't even know that phrase was in the Bible! But God did.

I don't know about you, but this is one of those moments that I just want to be quiet and stand in awe that I had a God encounter -- a holy moment.

It just goes to show that when we are totally ourselves, with no pretense and no formulas, God shows up and we experience Him in his fullness.

Thank God for His faithfulness to us.

Thank God for His love.