Dry Spell Turned Spirit Oasis

Yes, the Charleston trip was lovely.  But then I was assigned the task (which, I knew about) of speaking on Sunday (this coming) about a particular part of the trip that affected me.  I went through a day or so of withdrawal after we got back from the trip - because I missed it so much. But for the past couple days, I've felt rather dead, spiritually speaking.  Work sucked the life out of me.

And I'm supposed to talk about how God worked through me this past week?  I don't remember. I haven't the slightest clue of what I'm supposed to say - and I'm speaking for the SERMON. Granted, there will be four others with me - but STILL.  I'm getting up in front of my entire congregation and speaking to them about a trip that is now so far in the back of my mind for some reason, that I can't think of one logical thing to say.

I'd figured out as much what verses I was going to reference, but I wasn't sure what I was going to say for my own personal part.  And then it hit me - the spirit moves in ways we do not expect.  I admitted aloud to my sister that I was going through a dry spell.  And then not ten minutes later, the spirit filled me so much, and I knew instantly what I was going to say.

And would you know, but I checked my school email, and one of my classmates (not to mention good friend) had emailed, asking for my screenname, and cell phone number, because she'd lost them.  But the best part, resting at the end of that email were the simple words, "I miss yall...plus I got great news....I GOT SAVED."

ELATION abounding.  Tears of joy flowed freely down my face.  Praise to the King of Kings!