Can I just share for a minute about how ridiculous God is? I can? Thanks.
There is a team here this week from Opelika. First United Methodist to be exact. I have been there once. For a youth event. I believe that it was after the youth minister came here for the first time. I didn't realize that until I just started thinking about the one time I have been there. Anyway…So it seems that there is an event this week that someone (Queenie) wanted to make sure to celebrate…so she tried to get in touch with one of the team members. Turns out that the team member- Trincha got the email after she was here. I didn't know about this. Til tonight.
I was invited to eat with the team tonight. I thought it was since I work with the teams and help them with some details excetera. One of my volunteers who is a church member said that they wanted me to come on my Wednesday but we are having a house dinner that night with the volunteers so I went tonight. After dinner there was an announcement made and sweet people with a rice krispie treat on a plate with a fire out the top came with the 55 people in the room singing. Happy Birthday. Yes. My birthday is this week.
I was blessed and embarrassed. Then Gary Fuller (yes. the MAYOR of Opelika who is here this week with them) asked me to come up. He had a declaration to make.
Then I got the key to the city. Amazing.
Then Trincha called me back up and presented me with a purple baggie of stuff. Turns out said bag was full of love- notes and little scriptures and crosses and general Agape love. I was feeling blessed and love by a room full of people I didn't know. And as I sat there and talked with folks people would come by and throw things in my bag. I had no clue what was in there.
Then we went down to the gym to have team meeting. Sarah Jane the team leader asked me to share my testimony. I did. Only cried 3 times (I have a tendancy to have God well up in my heart and come out my eyeballs…just can't help it when my heart is full).
Then when I got done they presented me a cute bag made out of bandanas…and you know I love a bandana…full of goodies. Muffin mix, oreos, granola bars, socks, soap, lotions, toothbrushes and who knows what else. And then she asked two of the men to come up and pray over me. (Killing me…so blessed already just by their presence and bags of goodies). And let me tell you those two men stood over me and I could feel his tears fall on my head as he prayed over me. Done. I am undone. By God's people- my family in Christ and just their kindness.
I came home and went through my bags of goodness and just were so blessed by their prayers, scripture, kindness and blessings. Tangible and untangible gifts.
I am not here for what I get out of any of this deal, other to be more like Him. But I am thankful for days that make me feel loved and blessed and want to be more like Jesus because of it.
Good day. Turns out that the key to the city just so happens to open the greenhouse here at Emmanuel. I had to give it back. Indian givers. Oh wait…Opelika is the indian name for Big Swamp. It all makes sense now.
Blessed. So blessed. Jesus. that's all
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