me and chef boyardee...

so im on my lunch break, stopped in to write a little about last night....i went to hartsville for a few hours to see jessie, and ended up driving to charlotte to see john mark mcmillan, mark mathis, and the paper tonges...HELLO!!!! what just happened, it was a full on worship fest...no kidding, people dancing, and musicians rockin it out.for sure...it was a good, random, late, flakey night...jessie and i got to have good talks there and back, she is such an answer to prayer...to have a girlfriend close by is such a blessing, and not only do i have A girl friend, but i have lots of them now...very strong, warrior women, who will tell me im in the wrong, and remind me that i am beautiful all at the same time...so very refreshing, to be covered in the gentleness of JAH through these lovely ladies...they all embody such diffrent traits of the lord...i am overwhelmed....
there is a flood coming, im ready, a flood of newness, of realness, of tangible goodness....i dont want to be sleeping...i dont want to be too busy to care....i want to know the Heart of it all. i am tired of weariness, of numbness, of carelessness...
these things that not only bleed us to death, but injure everyone around us. lost focus, lost identity, lost meaning.....how does that profit anyone, or anything??? all it takes is a turn, a crying, a whisper, a crumbling...then a picking up, a holding, a piecing back together....yep, dont wanna miss that now do we? being whole, being healthy.
give me the papers ill sign up right now,
holding out a cup for whatever,
but nothing less than you.
so everything.
holding out my cup for everything....
droping my clothes, my skin, my bones,
all of the things that hold me together
that stand in the way of all that could be.
reaching both hands,
i am not afraid.
you have not given me that spirit.
you are , and you call me to be.