I didn't get the Joshua post up today; it's Conference Weekend.
The weekend after Labor Day, in which we switch over the church to all things feminine and host a weekend for women. It's always powerful, always stretching, always needed. What usually happens at the conference is a breaking and a restoring. The Spirit puts a finger on what's ugly, what's inhibiting growth, what's got. to. go. And by the end of the weekend, the Spirit has also washed away the broken bits of the ugly and given a fresh perspective and purpose to take its place.
Now, as a staff person, I get a whole nuther aspect on the weekend.
And sometimes, the thing that unmakes me really has nothing to do with the service or the speaker.
Sometimes, in the logistics and the planning, I get my lessons.
Tonight was one of those times.
A friend held up a picture of how my attempts to help...to fix...to catch things...looks to other folks.
It wasn't a pretty picture.
Sort of like the picture above; my old attempt to re-liquify honey that had crystallized. Only I made a mess instead.
The speaker was good, but I sat in my spot and processed the picture I'd seen. It was a rough go, I'll be honest.
And that's one thing that I don't know how to fix.
So I'm looking for the second half...the restoration, the encouragement...tomorrow. I honestly don't know how God can redeem this mess...but I do know that He can.
I am really ready to stop being the bull in the china shop. Just bein' real.
So I'm putting a demand on the anointing for part two. The redemption and refreshing.
I'm ready.
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