Today would be our 7th month togther. Nothing really special, I know, but it still feels rather disappointing that he won’t be around. Still, I’m just thanking God that I am able to recieve his smses and hear his voice. (:
Well anyway, caregroup sharing after service today was really good. For the first time in this caregroup, I really felt us being vulnerable and just pouring out everything that we had recieved in camp and service. It’s as though we were willing to finally release the defenses of our hearts and just place it out there. And it was through that I felt that we really bonded together.
As much as sometimes the words get caught in the throat like how hair gets caught in the fingers and ties itself into knots, there was the flow, the prescence of god. It was such precious precious time together..
And really, there is truly safety in the caregroup. Sometimes alone, without the perspective of godly counsel, we go around making silly decisions. The voices of ‘logic’ coming from our heads really cannot be trusted, or so says my experience. Actually I would think most people realise that, therefore the blasting of music just so they avoid hearing it. Or maybe it’s just me. Hmm.
Anyway, over time you start to realise music blasting don’t help when the songs are all about death, suicide, and oh-you-dont-love-me. And then maybe, maybe, it occurs that songs that explore the love of the Creator, that sing of His glory, might… just… help. And there you would be, in the same position as I am now. In the middle of the annointed music, the only thoughts that can be heard are the singer’s, the writer’s, and the one of God’s, infinitely better and wiser.
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And below would be the song that brought me to my knees in the midst of God’s love. (:
