How very true?  Imagine if we all lived life this way.  Imagine if we lived life to simply come ALIVE.  Its sad to too many people live their lives “dead”.  They walk through life with the weight of the world on their shoulders.  They see through the glass darkly and everything is against them.  Although I sometimes think that I am living through He!! on earth, I know that I will snap out of it and see the sunshine on the other side sooner than later.

ALIVE.  That is all we really want to be as human beings right?

As a person who has had to face the fact that life, is all to delicate, and can be cut short at any given moment I realize how important it is to live … and be alive.  Which is why I also understand that I do not ever want to find myself WASTING time.  I want to do something every single day that makes an impact on this world.  I want to change the world.  I always have wanted to do that.  I will someday.

I have spent a bit of time in thought about what it is that makes my heart sing.  What makes ME come alive.  What make my eyes twinkle and my spirit soar? Well its definitely this:

And this:

And this:

But most of all this:

Because I grew up… in the REVIVAL generation.  And I honestly don’t know how to live any other way.  So for me living without that feels like something is missing.  I remember the altars of Brownsville that would fill before Steve Hill could even get the words out of his mouth.  I remember that it would be midnight and 1 am and they would be carrying people to their cars because they would STILL be laying in the church praying and crying out their Heavenly Father.  There was something about that time… and that place.  So how does someone who has know THAT kind of LIFE learn to live any other way?  Is it even possible?  No.  You find yourself on your knees in your quiet place… in your kitchen at the oddest times.  In the shower… you find the words and tears falling from your lips …

“I am dry and thirsty Lord… send YOUR rain… AMERICA needs YOUR touch again… SEND YOUR rain… Send YOUR rain… ” and you beg and you plead on your knees and the tears that seem to come and they just won’t stop.  And you wonder.  Is there ANYONE else who understands?  You look around your church and you think… do they get it?  Do they have any idea?  And quietly a few more tears fall and you pray… dear God just help me make it through another day.

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