What A Precious Enjoyment
Hi friends! It's been quite sometime,. I hope things are going well out there.
In case you don't know I do some freelance preaching, and get a lot of joy out of it. I can tell you where and when the spark was lit. Thanksgiving 1987 I was seven-years-old I sat with my cousins at my grandmother's home, when she assigned me to say the blessing before the meal, not feeling intimidated in the least, I spoke simple words of a child, and at the end my grandmother, "gran" said, "you've got a little pastor." I didn't know or understand at the time, but her words would prove prophetic over three decades later.
In 2021 one of the members of my prayer line team was dealing with some health issues, and asked if I wanted to take over her preaching duties for a possible short time, but a short time has become almost five years.
Why I called this "What A Precious Enjoyment" There's a hymn in our hymnal called Under His Wings. The third verse begins with "Under His Wings, what a precious enjoyment."
I always feel various joy types for Jesus, but a couple of weeks back I preached my usual mini-sermon, went to bed, and woke the next day, but something felt different. I felt differently, lighter, like my feet had lost all ability to touch ground. I had felt like this when I was 12 years old and had participated in my first ski race, and lifted my poles in the victory position at the end of the race. That feeling followed me like a favorite thing for days.
Has this happened to you, if so, when, what caused it, and has it been achieved again?
Gillie
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