God taught me something over this weekend. He's teaching me not to worry. I've been really busy, and I know it's going to be a really busy semester, but yesterday I realized I need to give it all to Him, and my life needs to be saturated with Jesus. I realized I had become lazy in my faith. I'd been influenced too much by the lukewarm that one can easily find at Calvin. I heard a sermon at church yesterday that challenged me to fight the fight. To run the race. With all I am. And I'm gonna fail, but that's ok, because Jesus will always be there for me, and he knows I'm going to make mistakes.
Last night I went to a prayer night that Crossroads put on at the Bridge Street House of Prayer. Last night was a night called the Night of Power for Muslims. It's the night where Allah is most likely to answer more prayers. So we prayed that Muslims would come to Jesus. That the Holy Spirit would work in their hearts so they'd turn to Jesus. That they'd have visions and dreams that brought them to Jesus. It was a good night. It felt so good to be in a group with a bigger cause.
-C
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