The Good News

Looking back on these older post has really ministered to me. I realize that it was not me writing these things but God working through me. I enjoy writing. It's a better release for me, sometimes, then talking things out. I've got to admit though, I've been lazy about writing! But I want to share a testimony that I had in 2004 while I was living in Sacramento, CA. I often tell people that Sacramento was my book of Acts. It was the place that God really started to show me who He was. Talk about signs and wonders! They were happening all around me and not just to me. It was a truly special time in my life.

Well, one Sunday or Monday in late Oct of 2004, I was sitting in bed. I don't recall what I was doing, if I was reading the word or what, but I heard the Holy Spirit say to me "Start writing again." I said "What?" and I heard Him say it again. I then got up from the bed and got one my journals to start writing but I didn't know what I was going to write about. I've kept and written in journals since I was 11 years old. At this time, I was 25. Admittedly, I'd slacked off once I got to college because come on, I was already doing enough writing for my classes. I didn't really want to write more if I didn't have to.

So, I grabbed my journal and started writing what was on my heart. After I stopped writing, I heard the same voice say to me go to the Prayer service at Church that would be taking place the following day. Again, I asked "What?" and the voice repeated it. I don't know why now, but I can remember feeling nervous about going to the prayer meeting. I didn't know what to expect and I was hoping for dear life that they wouldn't make me pray out loud. So the day of the prayer meeting, there where several events prior to me getting there that the Lord knew would happen, that would try to discourage me from going but in the end I found myself at the church. I remember waiting downstairs in the lobby before going into the sanctuary and I felt like I was waiting to receive something but didn't have a clue as to what it could be. I just knew that I was in the house of the Lord and whatever it was that I was going to receive would be awesome. There weren't a lot of people there that night (7 people in all including moi). We did praise and worship and listened to a short sermon by the leader of the service.

At one point, the leader goes around and ask us to share a brief praise report or testimony. I wasn't sure what I would share. There's so much to be grateful for. As I was contemplating what to say my spirit suggested to share my mother's testimony, which was the fact that after 30+ years of smoking, by the grace of God, she quit. It was my turn to share and as I began to talk, I just broke down. I mean a water works of tears overtook me. At some point one of the Pastors wives came over to console me. As she did she leaned over and whispered to me "Are you a writer?" I was so taken off guard. I nodded slightly and she began to tell me that God told her that I would be a writer. I was floored! She basically affirmed what God had spoken to me the night before. He wanted me to start writing again. There was no way she could have possibly known that unless the Spirit revealed that to her. She began to pray over me and bless me. Later that evening she told me that she was a little nervous and skeptical about telling me what she did. I'm so grateful that despite her reservations, she was obedient to the word and move of the Holy Spirit.

I felt a sense of relief that night. Like a burden had been lifted off of me. Not too long after that commenterri.com emerged followed by The Good News. I've definitely slacked off on my writing but God always gives me a reason to continue. I'm still growing into this. I'm absolutely humbled that he would choose to use me as an instrument to share His truths, love and wisdom.