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.