The Fade and the Fall ...

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... is how I feel

I only have 5 mins so I'll be brief.

I am most def. feeling the spiritual "low" after the spiritual "high" of my Hillsong experience. I feel like all of the momentous things that occurred were amazing, but I am sailing on the sea of life and I'm beginning to feel like I've left everything I experienced, my feelings, my emotions, my burning momentous heart, on an island somewhere ,leaving me to look longingly backwards at them, wondering if I even changed at all.

Your mind can play tricks on you, make no mistake. And I think these are the times that I need to focus on what I KNOW, not what I FEEL. And I need to rest on promises made, not the feelings of guilt or inadequacy in fulfilling them/not fullfilling them.

God knows my heart, and He knows my times.

I just finished my HUGE deadline for Break forth, still many smaller projects to go ... but it seems to have winded me a bit (like it always does) and work @ JC feels mundane and progress on the work I have seems snail pace.

I need to push through this mud, and be washed fresh again ... it just takes time I guess.

Till next blog ~ love a.

Comments

Murray said…
Its "Post Mountaintop Syndrome". The samething happened to Moses
9/01/2009 5:40 PM
Anonymous said…
valleys and mountains... i know. so hard. climbing and falling, only to climb again. keep walking, keep believing, because the feelings will ebb and flow. i'm praying for you, beautiful. and take time to walk by the ocean, to let the serenity sink in. love you! em.
9/02/2009 5:48 AM
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