another God-invaded moment at Fidos

I dont' know what it is about coffee shops that wreck me...an unexpected enviornment where Papa always shows up in the most unlikely ways. A sense of brokenness, maybe? I came here to do work...to read, study and attempt this thesis that is such a weight on my shoulders...eyes wellowing with tears..why?...well, maybe I'm due...

The day is Sunday, March 12. My last post being nearly a month ago, I feel somewhat foolish to even attempt to scribe the amazing workings of my sweet Jesus. I've found myself in an indescribeable God set-up...and in the midst of a movement of reconciliation...unable to truly grasp the greatness of the wonders He has so carefully crafted and placed me.

I'm beginning to realize the importance of living out of your true self...so often we are bombared with molds of expectation and attempt to melt ourselves to fit where we were never meant be. The freedom outside the molds of fear...wow. Free from the fear of my father's reaction. Free from the fear of disappointing others. Free from the fear of falling short.

Live from your heart---a phrase I hear often from a dear friend of time---live from your heart regardless of the costs and the opinions of man. Follow the tune of my spirit, knowing and relying that the dreams and desires were created specifically for me to fulfill. Move forward through the doors Papa opens for you, looking back only with a sense of thankfulness for where you've been and exitement & expectancy of where you're headed.

I am breathing every breath, overwhelmed by the goodness and greatness of our Daddy and his desire for us to walk out this amazing life he has planned...