God is good God is great. This year at YC God met me in ways that I never thought that he could. I have never felt this way before and I am so thankful and blessed by his grace.
I felt very convicted and found myself walking up front. Tears streaming down my face as my heart beats faster. The words of the song, How Wonderful The Fathers Love start singing out of my mouth, knees hitting the floor as I cry and ask for his gracious forgiveness. Many people say that God met them at YC but I was met a different way and I think more powerful than many others were.
I have been a christain for about 2 years now and I have felt lost and started to wander off his path, lost faith and trust in him, and letting everything colapse under me. This YC God opened my eyes to my sin and tightened his grip on me, he is holding my hand and has granted me forgiveness. My hands flew up into the air as I sang his praises and I wanted to keep worshiping, I felt like I was talking non-stop during discussions and found it easier to talk to people about my problems and ask what shall I do. My team grew very close and it almost seemed as if we had know eachother for a long time, instead of just meeting the first day of camp.
Getting to talk to Emma, about everything and listening to every word, she helped me so much and was so easy to talk to. Truely a blessing. Having Joe Cristalti give me a profetic word really opened my eyes. Everything I wanted to say and ask him to pray for me for was in his prayer and I was speechless. Next came Ian, and standing there hugging, tears fell from my face again and I wanted to say something about how to message affected me but I couldn't find the words. He prayed for me for a long time and the things that he said, it was almost like he was reading my mind, because that is what I wanted to say to him. It was an amazing night and truely unforgettable.
I have never been met like that before and I am very grateful that God met me in that way. We all know that God is going to meet us at YC but I never expected anything like what he did for me.
Abby.
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