I went to church and was immediately hit with the spirit. We did not sit in our usual location, instead we were on the opposite side of the church. As I sat I thought, the last time I sat on this side was during Cameron's funeral. I am not sure how to label that emotion. I had tears forming in my eyes... they sang "Count your blessings" after and I thought how blessed am I to be alive and have this life.
Following this another song was sang. It was about meeting on the shore and seeing those who had passed. As I listened and watched this brothern sing I was flushed with emotion. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my heart was pumping, and I was praying God would tell me what he wanted me to do. Once the song completed I dropped to my knees in prayer.
How blessed are we that a day like that can happen? There were more prayers, testimonies, and preachings, and one prophecy. Every single act was tied to the previous and led to the following. IT was the spirit in motion. The sermons that went forth were exactly what I needed and what the others there needed.
Our goal in this life is what follows. Heaven or hell, we have to choose to be the person who will make it to Heaven. For once we pass, those acts of kindness will be nothing without a confession of sins from a humble heart. Why let those good things and spiritual guidance go to waste. We should want to make the right choices and live through him.
* My cousin later told me about a dream she had, how she felt someone had ended their life too early. But, it was not the living life - but the spiritual life. That the person had given up too early.
- This reminded me so much of myself and others I know. How we let the advisory in and give up. We guit fighting the good fight, and we instead choose what appears to be the easier route. Let me tell you; it is not easier. It is a lonely, dark path that will only lead you to darkness. Hold tight to the light you have!
After church I went to work with my cousin (which that in itself is a blessing) and we continued to talk about church and what we had heard. The spirit was still moving. It hasn't stopped either. I got an amazing compliment from my cousin that rekindled my love of giving, helping, and being. I hope she knows how important she is to me, how blessed I am to have a cousin like her, how truly thankful I am to spend each weekend with her, how strong she is, and how encouraging she is.
God put us here to give, help, and praise. I pray that I do not let this knowledge go. I pray everyday that I can speak of his mercies and his love. Without these things I know I am nothing. I will strive to be a better person, Christian, sister, cousin, wife, and child. Each day I will take on as though I am working for him, through him.
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