So on Sunday, I was running late so decided to walk fast / run / jog to the train station wearing my church clothes. Couldn’t help but have a sweaty arm, so I said to myself, “who cares really, those choir members will not sing moving songs, so I dont have to wave my hand too much so no one will see the sweat marks” – I could just fold it. And no one will see. ” Make sure you keep your hands by your waist”.
Thats how I got to the church, really tried not to wave my hands, until the pastors wife came and did her thing. Immediately I started to laugh, as in peeps must have thought I was crazy. I kept laughing thinking that this God must have a sense of humour. The one time, I had told myself, to make sure my arms were fastened to my waist was the one time this woman said “wave your hands” and praise God with your waves. Show Him what He means to you, and blah blah.. I was Holy Spirit why now, you want to just disgrace me lolol.. But I obeyed, lifted it so high and wide (obedience is better than sacrifice). And thinking who cares if my rep goes, what matters is my rep with God.
This sunday was just amazing. All the things I had thought of, tried not to do, been worried about, even times I wondered if it was the Holy Spirit speaking to me – this sunday I felt a rebirth and I remembered His words in – 1 Thes. 5 vs. 16 -21 – Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. Do not put out the Spirit’s fire; do not treat prophecies with contempt. Test everything. Hold on to the good.
So here’s to holding on. I am breaking up unploughed ground, for it is time for me to reap the fruit of unfailing love (Hosea 10 vs. 12).