My heart is so full.
How can I describe this week in words?
How can I describe my thoughts as I walked behind these fences on Monday for the 32nd time in six years?
How can I describe the honest JOY that filled my heart at the thought of what would happen during our three hours in prison each night?
How can I describe what it is like to see these men and women inmates broken before God?
How can I describe seeing God's power come down and literally, physically, heal the sick?
How can I describe the fire of God that fell each night as my twenty-year old cousin passionately proclaimed the gospel and the truth of God's redemption and grace?
How can I describe singing to men and women who were weeping, laughing, shouting, and weeping again?
How can I describe the testimonies we heard every night from inmates?
How can I describe the church behind bars? How it is SO alive? How it puts our churches to shame? How it makes me want to know God more?
How can I describe all this?
I can't. Words can't express it....I just know that it changes me every time I experience it.
I come away with a renewed sense of what I have in godly family....a renewed sense of God's glory.....a renewed sense of thankfulness.....a renewed sense of the POWER of Jesus in changing lives.
Yes...my heart is full!