It's as if...I've dived into something from which I can't leave...and from which I have no desire to leave.

On Sunday, God broke me again.  It's exhilarating...breathtaking, really...when he surprises you with a "I still love you, don't you remember?" and you have no choice but to fall to your knees, bury your face in shame and remorse, but at the same time lift your hands in adoration and utter gratitude.

Ah...

I haven't cried like that in a while, and certainly not for God...but Sunday...he allowed me to bleed tears of freedom.  And with the sorrowblood pouring from me, I could let him fill with his lifeblood, his cleansing blood...

Such sweet carnage that redeems the rusty soul...

And then tonight, with the youth group....Oh my goodness...He did it again, but not for me...for the youth this time, who were willing to listen to testimony and respond to the call of God... The altar must have indentions in it after the prayer tonight.

I am glad to be back in Waco, most definitely.  I feel like this is exactly where I should be.  My friends are here, my church family is here, my calling has developed here...home was the springboard, and family I will never not appreciate and love...but this is where I need to be...for now.  And that's okay.

Being vomited from my fish,

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