September 2011
17 posts
Y'all.
Why ever did I decide to write a blog about my year at Bethel?
As if it were possible to transcribe glory?
Honestly.
I can tell you that people break danced on stage during worship and no matter how hard the staff tried to bring worship to a close it just never stopped. I can tell you that multiple students (and staff members!) have already experienced healing for back injuries and hearing...
“If you only knew how close you were to breakthrough, you would be the happiest...”
– Bill Johnson
Joyful, Joyful
Today during worship God gave me the clearest picture of me walking on a mountain path and flowers all around me just bursting open.
Then he gave me this promise: You will not leave these mountains until every flower blooms.
I’m taking that to the bank :)
This is year that I will see the face of God and never look back.
Good Lord
After today, all I can say is thank you.
First, I decided to head to Bethel early to get some reading done before class so I walked to catch the shuttle. When I got to pick-up area, one girl was sitting there. We struck up a conversation and she asked me how I ended up at Bethel. Thirty minutes later when we pulled into the church, she looked at me and said, “You speak with such authority...
Blessings
Let’s recount the ways God has already blessed me, shall we?
1. Jason Valloton, one of the main teachers of first year, came up and talked to me during registration. (I’ve been praying for favor with the staff)
2. The table I really wanted for our apartment that I found at a yard sale was given to me for free yesterday.
3. Our neighbors are also first years at Bethel and they want...
Oh, I was not prepared.
Saying goodbye to my parents was way harder than I thought it would be. Oh gosh, all the tears that I didn’t cry when I left Athens and Marietta didn’t just disappear. They were lurking in my ducts waiting to well up at the sight of my dad crying.
I’m twenty-three! You would think I could hold it together! Nope. And the ice girls won’t get here till tomorrow so I’m...
Yaks Will Come Calling
My mom’s snoring is so bad that it penetrates through wax earplugs to torment my ear drums. It sounds like what I would imagine the mating call of yak to sound like. Even now, I am certain that yaks from all over are slowly lumbering towards Redding, CA in search of what they believe to be their soulmate. Or in search of a way to silence the sound that roused them from hibernation.
Well,...
It's hot.
And I am stressed. Tired. Frustrated. Wondering if things are going to work out or not. And I have not done a good job of turning my attitude around.
Cue Justin Bieber radio. I’m moping around our hotel in Sacramento this morning when the song ”Next to You” starts playing. Leave it to Jesus to romance me with Chris Brown, of all people. And if you don’t think God can give...
August 2011
6 posts
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Allow Me to Explain Myself
Why is this blog entitled “The Invitation”?
I contemplated starting a blog after I made the decision to leave everything (and everyone) and move to California to go to Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry. Even though I knew I was going to do it, I put up some resistance anyway when the Lord suggested doing a blog. Probably out of habit more than any other reason.
So, I told him if...
Coming Clean
You may have noticed that the URL to this blog is, in a word, interesting.
www.theinviataion.tumblr.com
I imagine that some of your internal dialogues are going something like this: What is an “inviataion” ? Is it an invented form of flying? Is it a sort of Greek temple to some fringe goddess named Inviataius? No, dear friend with noble intentions, it is not.
It’s…a...
Dog Breath is Noxious
It truly is.
Yesterday I spent three hours with my parents and our two dogs, Sunny and Lucas, in a car that could have been better ventilated. We were making the voyage home after visiting my grandparents in Alabama and by the time we crossed the state line back into Georgia, I thought I was going to pass out from the cloud of canine carbon dioxide.
(Don’t worry. I’m not going to...
