And when the scales fall down...

Just last night I was so conflicted, so hurt, so filled with complex emotions. Not really sure of where they came from, only knowing that the tears that fell came from a place I couldn't explain. And funny how after all that, today I find more joy, more happiness in the blessings of the happenings of today.

Coming back to AACF/NYU I was a huge skeptic. My belief? That God couldn't change the AACF I had left behind, that God wasn't going to use them in to do crazy things at NYU. Basically, my faith in God was in non-existence in terms of AACF and the greater NYU campus.

And once again I am humbled, this time by a simple number: 4.

It's funny, that number 4. It's less significant than the number 5, but more than just 'some'. Some might find it unimportant, but that less than ten number equates to 4 lives now living for God. Four souls that heaven was rejoicing over. Tonight as I heard about my new sister, there was just so much joy in my heart, knowing that the scales had fallen down, and that new sight had become hers.

Such joy that reminded me of my lack of faith, but that God's faith overcomes that.

And so the family extends as the angels rejoice, and a new child is reborn.

The World is Thirsty for Grace

The world is thirsty for grace, for truth, for real love. God would you save this world. Would you bring people to you. Would you dig deep into their hearts and find the souls that have been lost to the lies of this world, of the evil one. Would you let tears fall from our eyes every night, knowing that heaven is coming and so many can't even see it. Don't even know it exists, or are too blinded by themselves to even see a bit of light. God would you bring people out of hiding. Hiding from who they are meant to be, from what they are supposed to do. Would you fill this world with Christians who are delving into those places so lost from you: politics, arts, business. God would you refresh our world, overflow our cup, take us out of our comfort zones. Would our hearts always hurt for those you love. Would it break for the people of this world, not just once twice, but every minute we see someone lost in this world. God save your people, capture hearts, renew minds, captivate those who used to know you so well. Reconcile our brothers to one another, let sisters do the same. Let us rebuke one another with love. Build us to reach our ultimate potential, and let us love on others. Forgive us for what we have done against you. For the nails in your hands and the thorns in your head. Let us go out into the harvest, let people see where the workers are few, and send them there.

Bring us back to you, and let our hearts break.