good farrago

I had an incredible experience at church this morning. It was as if every song was played for me. Each message was directed right at me. And what’s even more amazing is that I wasn’t the only one. A couple of the children told me that worship brought them to tears, but they didn’t know why. They were dancing and singing and all of a sudden…

I could interpret many things from their experience some of which I told them. I tried to explain to them how I wanted to go run and jump and shout in the parking lot after church due to my excitement and spirit-fed gusto (which I sort of did though no one saw), but such attempts were lost on them as much as they’re lost on me tp even articulate.

All I know is that God has a mighty language with which he speaks, and it can knock us off our feet, especially when we’re not expecting it. Various wonderful, marvelous, thrilling ideas and jumbles are reeling through my head these days, many of which have to do with more than just the next 10 minutes- go for 10 YEAR plan. In the midst of all this “planning” or “dreaming,” activities much pursued in my college days, I was reminded yet again that God has a perfect purpose for me. The passions which are fueling much of this farrignous* fire point at the very thing that God will have me do. Cool. And exciting. And WHAT! Crazy, Out of Control, Wild, the Creator of the universe is using me?…Yikes!

So it’s all good. That’s the main interpretation I have for what happen this morning. God’s in the middle of it, doing what he does best…being GOOD.

* a new word to add to my vocabulary (so helpful when wanting to alliterate)
farrago |fəˈrägō; -ˈrā-| noun ( pl. -goes) a confused mixture
derivatives: farrignous- adj