The Parable of the Hill and the Skateboard

Under His Influence

I haven't sorted through today yet. This week even. I think it's been mostly a recuperation week, and soaking...allowing last week to soak in. And I suppose next week will be a processing of this one. Time seems so fast. Time feels full...pregnant. Tommorrow feels full and I haven't even touched it yet. It's not summed up in busy. Time feels faster. And a moment feels slower. I taste eternity in a moment.

Last week held the three most intense consecutive days I have known in my life. And I know these are just a hint of some kind of more. There was a conference at church here last week, so there was people from all over the world here, and school was off. I had three Hawaiians staying at my house, and there was an even larger crew of the islanders dispersed among my friends. I fell unabashadly in love with these people, they are beautiful to the core. They were all friends of my friends Kawika and Christina. And my Grandpa Rob and Grandma Dusty and Aunt Lorna were all down from Innisfail, AB. The container for the time to hold the fresh outpouring is family. Restored. We were broken. Now we are one.

The first night with all the new wonderful people visiting was off the hook! We were all up 'til 4am praying, prophesying, laughing, praising Jesus. The next night we went until 5am...we just couldn't stop. The Holy Spirit was so present. And he touched us all so truly and undeniably. People that had never even experienced this before began to prophesy and see pictures and it would be so accurate we would be broken down to tears. Then the next night I had Ben's b-day bash at my place, but it quickly turned into a night of seeking God and prophetic acts (this means speaking and doing things as we feel God leads...there is often prophetic songs, or we will gather around someone and begin prophesying and speaking into their life...it's amazing and so freeing). Grandpa Rob and Grandma Dusty were there this night and it went until 3am, we were absolutely rocked and the power and love surging in the room is something you literally feel. We had so much supernatural energy...like these nights weren't something we were so much seeking after as it felt they were seeking us and we couldn't deny them. I feel no justice in summarizing these events, and I really don't know any good place to cut out and paste any of the stories.

On the other side of these days I feel a whole new reason to live. Not for these nights...because though there was a grace for them, that intensity cannot be a lifestyle...rest is beautiful. But I feel like I met a culture that I want to turn into a revolution. The raw Spirit of God in me...in us, and the pure love that inevitably oozes from your every pore after an encounter. The life, the laughter, the love I drank those nights and days was a pure wine that absolutely intoxicated me. And I feel wrecked for anything less than his presence. It's easy to live drunk because He's everywhere and he never leaves. Do you see? O taste and see...He's so good.

The Five W's

Who: Bobbi Jo.

What: Hasn't blogged her adventures.

When: For a very long time.

Where: Anywhere. But mostly from California.

Why: Excuses...none really satisfy.


So, Here I am now. Feeling a lot. Thinking a lot. Loving most. But really really not sure what to write. I don't want to be preachy or cheesy...at least right now. I'm calm. My life is amazing right now. And as redundantly fairytale as it sounds, I think it will be forever. Not that stuff doesn't happen and life isn't tangled. I just know that I'm really touching something deeper than all that.

But on a surface level my quality of life is rather supreme in my opinion. I moved out to California, I have a car and a snowboard pass. (Really in California? Ya.) Friends and lots of fun.
I know that tough times develop perseverance and character, but oddly I feel strengthened and deepened in this environment. I think a big part is that others have broken path before me and my seeking is accelerated by their unearthed treasure.

And sometimes, sometimes like now, I feel alone. Sitting on a patio at an empty parking lot using the internet connection in the shade. A wonderful alone, because I realize I really don't feel alone at all. These simple moments are water to me because I know that my love for God is true and real and very much alive, even away from all the awesome currents and tides of the people and passion of this place.

I wonder what people must think about me always saying I'm in love with God. It could sound like a nice metaphor for enjoying life. It could be very clear. Maybe a mystery. Could sound crazy. God is a Lover looking for a Lover.

I'm at peace. In deep rest. In deep adoration. In deep love.

The clouds are wings brushing the silouhettes of mountains, and the breeze is soft. This Coldplay song is beating in my heart...I think it's being sung to me...

My song is love,
love to the loveless shown.
And I'm on fire for you,
clearly;
you don't have to be alone.
you don't have to be on your own.

And I'm not gonna take it back,
and I'm not gonna say I don't mean that;
You're the target that I'm aiming at,
and I'm nothing on my own.

Got to get that message home,
I love you please come home.
My song is love.