Day 56: O Love, you are Beautiful

So one week of fasting is done. The one-meal a day thing has been getting to me all week, but I'm making do (ha, 'do. that's a joke you'll get in a minute, my dear reader) chugging un-precedented amounts of water and Gatorade etc. The sodas, after 7 days without them. . . oddly no caffeine headaches. For those of you who know exactly how much DP I'm capable of downing on any given day, that's nothing short of a miracle. So overall, having not broken the fast as of yet, despite temptation, which is a plus. Yay for fasting!

Prayer. Well this one is going to take a while. During our 21 day fast, the church is doing Miracle services, named so because its an expectancy that God will move. It's like getting together to pray for rain, and thinking ahead to bring your umbrellas. We expect God to move not because he owes it to us, but if Paul and Silas can literally bring down the house by themselves in pure worship, what more can a gathering of 100-150 do when they come together to worship in such a fashion? Well, given that we just built a new building we don't want to literally bring down the house, but we're hoping and praying for miracles. Corporately anyways. We had one such service earlier tonight, started at 6pm, and God really moved during worship which was cool, except that worship never ended music wise, and we just kinda let the music play on. Well, you know me. If there's not someone singing (and even if there is someone singing) I take over. So I kinda started vocalizing while the preacher started talking and I came up with (you guessed it) the title of this blog. O Love you are Beautiful (I'm not terribly certain how to punctuate it).

Now, for a small break in thought, my good friend the Great Black Dog would tell you that repeating the same phrase over (or even somewhat consistently) does not a song make. And he's right. I would agree that it would be extremely silly to buy a song that repeats the same thing over and over. It's one of the reasons I don't get things like the "Cha Cha Slide" and the "Cupid Shuffle". It's the same thing with no real application. Anywho, the Great Black Dog would not approve of me selling the cute little worship song I came up with on the fly. But I don't intend to sell it. It's mine, and it's my own little personal worship gig, much like my "You are Love" song.

Anywho, I was getting to prayer. So I am actually going somewhere with this. I started singing it, but I felt kinda uncomfortable because at the end of a long day, my voice was tired and I wasn't hitting notes like I wanted to, so I turned around to face the back wall because it gave me privacy, focus, shut out the rest of the world, and that way the people waltzing the stage (and the audience out in the house) wouldn't be able to hear my off-pitch voice. I think I was like that for maybe a minute (probably more like 15 seconds) before God hit. This wasn't a preacher hitting me over the head, or someone laying hands on me (both of which are nice if they yield the right result) but this was just being overcome. I broke down crying, and fell to the stage (the mere memory of this is making me smile and laugh. it's really lovely) and laid there for like a half hour crying. And then I felt led to go pray for different members of the worship team which was new and unsettling. I kinda wrote it off as me thinking about being spiritual. But then the flow of the Spirit dried up a little, and I got the feeling again. So I got up, snotty nose and all (I did mention I was crying right) and I went and prayed for different members of the worship team.

I can't really remember ever praying in the Spirit like that.

It was awesome.

Yay for prayer!

So week 1 down, successfully.

Two more to go.