Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
Mark 11:24 (ESV)
I am a quiet and reserved girl. I may have confessed this before, but while I am a stalwart Baptist steeped in the African-American gospel tradition, I do not shout. I know how to praise the Lord, but I come from a line of white linen hanky ladies…we cry softly, we experience the presence and the in-filling of the Holy Spirit, but in a decidedly modest and understated way. I love being in the presence of a good shout; there is an ecstasy that is both very intimate and yet shared….but it just isn’t my way.
However, when we left the MD yesterday after my beloved’s check-up with what can only be described as a good report, I nearly laid prostrate on the floor (remember, I am NOT that girl). Sometimes, the goodness of the Lord is such that I feel like rapidly cracking glass; ready to shatter, I simply cannot contain my joy. I want to blow apart, I want to explode, to expand beyond the limits of my physical being in an effort to convey what is beyond words, beyond speech, for me even beyond dance. I have been sashaying since last night. God is good, He is faithful, and there is so much more in store.
Here’s what I’m learning…I might think I know my limits, for joy, for despair, for what I can bear, but I don’t. Only God knows…
So, I’m taking a break for praise. To bless His name. To Sing. To Dance. To Rest. I can take it easy...God is in control.
On Thursdays, I pray and and play with friends here...