Soul searching
While in Ireland I had the opportunity to do quite a bit of soul searching. It can be retching at times, but catharsis, like a good cry, cleanses the soul. Fortunately I knew how to encourage myself lest I throw myself off one of the 300 foot cliffs into the Atlantic. It never got that far. Indeed it was something to overcome.
The fear in the back of my mind was that I would be spat out of Ireland like lukewarm water. I desire acceptance and I came to Ireland believing there to be a kinship with this land of my ancestors. Being “spat out” would only verify that I am one without a place of my own, a lonely wandering spirit, unwanted and unknown. Again that was something I needed to resist and let my emotions be put in the right place.
I am amazed at how God used me there. I think I had the some of the best fellowship with God than I have ever had. I prayed a lot. I also ended up prophesying quite a bit. To me it just sort of turned on and I could see things in the spirit. I just exercised faith to speak them. I could not believe it at times. I thought I just had guitar and few songs. Well, God wanted to surprise me.
There was this incredible meeting at St. Vincent de Paul in Ballina. I was asked to lead an evening of worship. I did and God was there too. I had some great back up guitarists too. They were very skilled. Afterward there was a little jam session that ended up morphing into Blues Night at SVP. Now that was some good craic!
The fear in the back of my mind was that I would be spat out of Ireland like lukewarm water. I desire acceptance and I came to Ireland believing there to be a kinship with this land of my ancestors. Being “spat out” would only verify that I am one without a place of my own, a lonely wandering spirit, unwanted and unknown. Again that was something I needed to resist and let my emotions be put in the right place.
I am amazed at how God used me there. I think I had the some of the best fellowship with God than I have ever had. I prayed a lot. I also ended up prophesying quite a bit. To me it just sort of turned on and I could see things in the spirit. I just exercised faith to speak them. I could not believe it at times. I thought I just had guitar and few songs. Well, God wanted to surprise me.
There was this incredible meeting at St. Vincent de Paul in Ballina. I was asked to lead an evening of worship. I did and God was there too. I had some great back up guitarists too. They were very skilled. Afterward there was a little jam session that ended up morphing into Blues Night at SVP. Now that was some good craic!
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