So although technically I'm writing this on Monday morning, I haven't gone to sleep yet so its still Sunday night in my mind.
Saturday evening, I knew Sunday was going to be awesome in all respects. Maybe its because I was excited about going to church or maybe because it was some Jesus stuff happenin'. I did have a slight indication.
So it probably started last Monday when I caught up with 97% of my prayer and share homework. (Am I supposed to do that Becoming a Godly wife homework???) So I wasn't convicted about going to or missing the class without homework done. I purposed in my heart to go to sleep early so I would be well rested and get on church on time. (That's the magic formula folks, more sleep = early rising peep).
So on Sunday prayer & share was awesome. Fast forward. 2nd Service was awesome, I really enjoyed the message. Fast forward. We had a leadership meeting for the high school ministry that went really well, we seemed to make a lot of progress and are bringing discipleship back officially. (YESS!!!!!) And then...
Wait. I forgot something; rewind. Before our meeting during third service I talked to Jason briefly about something that was on my heart. A few days earlier one of my discipleship boys called me up and we talked. Turns out he is leaving for a trade school up north somewhere. When we were talking he said he wanted to be baptized. And I was like, "Tight!" And then he said I want you to baptize me. And I was like, *Jaw Drop*
So I was telling this to Jason and he confirmed what I was going to do. He said, "Baptize him." My heart was very glad at that moment, although still fairly anxious of the unknown. I expressed to Jason that normally I would submit to the church and have him be baptized by a Pastor. But he is leaving very quickly (the next few days) and our baptismal is still under construction.
So after our meeting I went down to meet my discipleship brotha and talk with him before we left for Peter's apartments pool place. To my surprise, what I thought was going to be an event populated by him, me and Peter was actually populated by his parents and like 6 or 7 of his close friends. That made me extra nervous, lol.
So, fast forward a bit. We go to the pool, I give a quick exhortation on the meaning of baptism and why my discipleship boy was doing this. Took him to the water and dunked him in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Crazy!!!!!!!
It felt strange doing it, I kinda felt like it was cheesy. It probably was cheesy but I also recognize that the Lord definitely used it in his life to accomplish Jesus' commandment and start a work in his heart. I was blessed by that.
Then later at Day7 I was privileged to sit on stage and watch the body of Christ worship Jesus and go the throne in adoration. I love watching people worship. I'm not a creep. I'm not. Fast forward. Then the altar call took place. There was a guy that was in front of me and we made eye contact. It was kind of weird because I wasn't sure I was supposed to or not, so I looked away.
After service, James Persinger pleads with me that the back room is lack on counselors. So for the first time in ever, I go back and counsel after Day7. They allowed us to choose who we would counsel. I chose that guy I made eye contact briefly. It was soooooooo tight encouraging them. The guy was a recovering heroin addict, the other was recovering from some stuff too. But it was so cool how the Lord used that second or two earlier in my life to direct me to minister fully to the same person only minutes later.
So that was the icing on the cake of a super cool day. Hooray!