When I finally got home, and hear my mum quarrelling with my dad again....initially I thought to myself, "Oh well...this isn't the first time". Then as I laid my head on the bed, there came an unexplanable fear. The fear of killing, the fear of destruction, the fear of violence suddenly welled up in me. And I couldn't sleep. My heart raced, I felt weak. I called upon the Lord Jesus. Jesus come, do something, remove my fears for they are not given by You. Take Lordship, take ownership.
Then I felt better.
Today's worship was great. Unexplainable. I kept pressing and asking God for His presence. Why is it I still don't feel Him? Till tears welled up and I felt the call to step into the place of His intimacy and not keep stand outside His door. Ok! During the second service, there was a point where there was free worship and I just felt led to start singing "I Love You, Lord. And I lift my voice. To worship You...." and start singing it to myself and enjoying His presence. Then suddenly, P.Gary started singing "I Love You, Lord. And I lift my voice. To worship You...." and I just felt the entire atmosphere went up to a higher level. Oh my oh my.. And I couldn't stop thanking God for His assurance of my connection with Him; because I kept telling Him, "Please, don't be angry with me". Wosh. Goosebumps.
