Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Sweetest Moments

I'm looking back on the weekend. It wasn't a typical Friday through Sunday regular business.

It was spent by traveling in cars for hours on end to our youth groups destination in Plymouth, MA., to then spend hours worshiping Jesus and listening to men teach about Him.

It was a weekend full of expectations to see the people grow. To see the church grow.
And it did.

But Friday evening during the first session, when my tired I've been traveling for 8 hours body stood there with exhaustion blinding my eyes and heart, I couldn't have told you that I would experience His Spirit and be renewed by Him again by the time I left for home.

But it happened.
He came through.

Saturday night after worshiping and listening, we all went down, every one of us to the front.

It was time.

Time to say, "Holy Spirit, come and find me. Guide me, for I am blind and cannot hear. I am lost and overwhelmed by my sin and shame... I need You."

It was, by far, one of the sweetest moments. Being in a crowd of people my age, shouting and singing to a God who reigns.
And He was there. Oh, how I knew He was there.

And as I stood there praising Him, only 20 feet over to my right, through the crowd of people, my dear friend gave her life to Jesus.
This was, such a good night.

But that, to me, was still not the sweetest moment yet.

It was an hour later after the conference ended, when we were on our way back to our Massachusetts weekend "home", that a worship CD was played at a deafening volume. But it was perfect.

All five of us teenage girls were shouting, screaming, and singing along to God --
We all loved Jesus. And we all loved loving Jesus together.

And that was the sweetest moment. When I was overwhelmed with joy because of where I was, singing with friends to Jesus, and overflowing with excitement because it was then that I realized, Heaven will be even better than all of my sweetest moments put together.