Who said anything about safe?

I feel very behind & overwhelmed in the blogging world, but I have a feeling that I won’t be able to keep up considering my new living situation where they don’t blog or use facebook. *gasp!*

I would put up pictures of my new “home,” but I need to buy a USB cord. I’ve taken far too many pictures that it will probably take me a few weeks to dump & sort through them all.

Last night, I finally got to call my place home. My sister & her friend visited for a few days, so I didn’t have a chance to really “be” because they wanted to be everywhere but there.

ah. So nice to soak in my new situation yesterday after work. And it felt so good. The room is piled in dust, so I can’t wait to clean the place up eventually. I feel rather spoiled having the room all to myself while the four guys have to share the same space together. BUT there are a couple ladies who are feeling led to move in with me!!!!!

So how did my first day at home look? Right after work, I drove to my new home as soon as I could because I promised someone I’d play racquetball/handball with them. Yes. You read that right. I play with a racquet while the other guy doesn’t. And it’s still quite a challenge for me. Unfortunately, we couldn’t use the gym because it was basketball night. So we went running downtown instead. That was awesome. More of that!!!

After that, I got to do more exercises including push-ups, sit-ups, and playing keep away via soccer. LOVE it. I actually have people to play with! (It wouldn’t be unusual to find me playing by myself in the racquetball courts at the Y).

Then came Bible study. The weather was so nice! We sat outside of the refuge on our famous ghetto-fabulous couches. It was so cool to hear everyone’s input as we were reading out of Acts 12. God making the impossible possible. Freedom!

So Ryan Knol asked if there was anybody that needed prayers. I felt led to speak of my latest situation that happened this past Saturday at Frontline.

Brian Blount & Shane Mock taught a session on prayer & prophecy. That morning, Brian asked if anybody was in pain. Several hands shot up. He wanted to demonstrate healing.

Then he asked if there was anyone in the room that never experienced healing people. I was surprised to find only one girl raise her hand. She stepped up and received instruction as one lady stepped up to the front.

When the lady described her pain, I felt led to step up there with her because I have been experiencing the same kind of physical pain for quite some time now. It never occurred to me that it was “pain.”

As we were getting prayed over, there was someone in the crowd that was receiving a word from the Holy Spirit. I didn’t know she was talking about me until Brian pointed out that the message was for me. He asked her to step up to the front after she prophesied these words: child-like, innocent, humble, and oppression. She mentioned something about the relationship with my father.

I don’t know when I started bawling, but as she continued to pray over me, she described that my heart was dry with many cracks and that God was going to fill it. And he is.

Back to the couches outside of the refuge. I revealed that information and told them that I still don’t know what the specific oppression would be, but I shared with them the relationship I have with my father. I also shared my lack of relationships regarding the opposite sex. A very deliberate avoidance that has happened my whole life.

God is restoring areas in my life that I regularly overlook or downplay, so I can attest to the fact that he is bringing many godly men into my life. This is essential for a healthy relationship with the body of Christ.