Lost my dang mind this week at THE WELL.
I had a feeling it was going to happen. While writing it I could feel 'The Presence' hovering like a cloud in my workspace. It's just a feeling you get. You 'feel' it. You know that, if the Ghost falls during the preaching, it's going to bust out like..
This is what stood behind me when I used to drop bombs at my first Church.
This is what I was seeing as the bombs dropped...
Except there were eventually two hundred mostly young adults out there soaking it in.
Good times. Gracious days.
THE WELL started feeling a little bit like it used to for me this Sunday. I could 'feel' the start of some of the things I used to feel. I could 'sense' the mercy of God coming in a 'practical kind of way' that felt familiar to me from our past.
I've got history. I'm a little older. A little grayer.
Still a shouter.
A couple from our first Church came by a couple weeks ago: "Glad to see, you haven't mellowed with age..."
Me, mellow?
My middle NAME is mellow.
(or something like it)
:)
T
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