Joy

I just returned from a week in the mountains, a week of prayer and fellowship and study and communion.

I always wondered what it was like for those who became fully abandoned to Jesus, so much so that they appear completely abnormal, weird, freakish to those outside. And yet we other Christians desire what they have.

I expected it to be difficult, I was sure it would be powerful.

What I wasn't ready for was the Love, overpowering and strong. Trust comes with struggle, and pain, and giving up. But it comes with Love.

Then Joy hits you, so strong and sudden. After the hurt, after the brokeness, is Joy that is complete. No words could do this justice. Even the dancing that broke from me for the first time ever couldn't fully show the glory and power that is God.

Only You, Jesus, could do this for me. Only You.