be-musings

As those who read the last post know, Sunday was difficult for me. There were tears. Old issues come back to make me wonder if they will always recur. And I had a choice. As difficult as it was, I made the choice. I'm not giving up.
In the afternoon I was told that it would be understandable if I didn't go to street church. I knew I would go, but told my friends not to expect anything from me. I went to church, and for those who were there you know how fabulous that night was! I was having some struggles, but I wasn't willing to totally give in. I started out timid and insecure, but became encouraged by the acceptance and participation in freedom that I saw in the room. People who had previously indicated they weren't comfortable in "the dance" were laughing and moving on the floor. I understand it's not about the form of movement itself, but about the release. About not caring what people think when you're opening up to God. About realizing that it isn't inappropriate. And many of those there lived it Sunday night. And the scary thing is, it's only the beginning. That doesn't mean we will become more "wild" in our behaviour, but that God will begin releasing our past and raising us in what He knows us to be way down in our inner recesses. And James is one of those leading the way.
Thank you for your support, love and prayers. I danced on the floor Sunday night. It's only the beginning.