What’s more paranormal than the Big Guy Himself? Um…nothing. FYI, I’m not even remotely preachy or judgmental and my blogging won’t go into that no-man’s land either, but I’m absolutely and completely a God girl. He rocks.
I had a moment. At the copy machine. Not a life-changing moment, but a moment I will never forget. It wasn’t a big deal—I had told a friend I’d pray for her sister. I was waiting at the copy machine. Two birds, one rubber band, eh? I prayed, nothing fancy or memorable.
I’m soooo glad I was the only one at work at that moment. Pow! God belted me like a cream pie to the face with a big, fat heavenly hug. Adequately explaining an encounter with Him in words is impossible. A hit of liquid sunshine times a thousand. You’re so overwhelmed, you want to cry, laugh, fall down, and dance, all at the same time (and I do not dance). The irrefutable knowledge you are luh-huved, no doubts, no questions, no reservations.
I don’t know why He chose that moment at the copy machine for a supernatural smackdown, but whenever I have a bad day, I think back to that burned-into-my-brain moment. Bam! Another hit of insta-joy.
So, you have an up-close-and-personal moment with the Boss upstairs you want to share?
And if you’re looking for fresh some rockin’ music, my favorite band Skillet has a brand spankin’ new album out on June 25 – Rise. Check out the title song here.