Last night, as I was driving to pick up Kyle, I was having the best time with God. I think that’s why my gas light keeps coming on. When I’m in the car, I’m so far in heaven that I forget about earth, and then, the light comes on and grounds me once again. (I did it again the other night: no teeth, jammies, had to pump gas.) But that’s okay, the reason behind the missed responsibility is so intoxicating, and last night, I was at it again. 

Kyle works downtown, which is only like a twelve minute drive, yet I manage to get so lost in God’s heart: I’m crying, laughing, praising, rejoicing. It’s insane (in a really good way).

I keep picturing myself on stage, and God thinking, “I can’t wait until she dances for Me!” He knew what the enemy had stolen, and He knew what He would restore. If you could spend a moment in my heart, you’d realize why I’m so undone all the time. The past that’s been buried and the life that’s being lived are so totally opposite. …funny; I’ve heard that things in heaven are opposite of things on earth, so my life lived is heaven on earth. Wow!

Revelation…Freedom…Joy…Value…Worth…Innocence…Peace have all taken root in my soul, so when I look at the lost, I see so much hope. When I look at the sick, I see so much health. When I look at the angry, I see so much peace. When I look at sadness, I see so much joy. Because I am who I am, I believe anyone can change, if they are willing.

So, I picked up Kyle, and he said, “How are you?” I said, “Oh, the usual: crying, laughing, praising God…you know.” He said, “Yes, that sounds about right” and chuckled. I bet you he thanks God for the new me all the time.