I know I don't usually talk solely on the topic of my spiritual views, but I feel it's time for me to make that step and stop being so concerned with what people will think of my posts. It is my blog after all.. right?
So I wanted to share this experience that happened to me tonight that honestly was just an "all God thing".
So today was a normal Tuesday for me.. school, tests, trying to watch tv.. etc. I stayed up later last night because I was studying for a test so I have felt a little dragged out today.
Tuesday nights are the nights of "Overflo" which is a worship service my friends and I like to go to. Its really cool and lead by all college kids (really neat to just look around and see your peers lifting their hands up in praise for Our Father). Tonight I was deciding whether I was going to go or not, and honestly I wasn't feeling it at first. Eventually after deciding it would be something I need, my friend and I go and meet up with some of my other girls in my sorority there as well. We were starting worship and I was trying to do my thing and praise God and then I keep getting this feeling to go hug one of my friends that was standing by himself. I looked around when I first got there and noticed he was sitting alone (which a lot of people like to do anyway at worship) so I didn't think much of it, so I continue worshiping.
As the second song passes, I find the words "Go, go over to him" keep coming to mind. After ever time it keeps coming to mind, I dismiss it immediately thinking "Woah no that's crazy.. in the middle of worship?! No God" I continue fighting with the thoughts for about another song and half and find myself to start shaking and tearing up.
"Go."
I tell myself ok I'm just going to go to the bathroom.. so I start to walk passed my friends and into the aisle and without thinking, I find myself walking to towards him. Going down the rows of chairs, I look up at him and he looks at me. I walk up to him and hug him. He hugs me back and then looks at me with this look of almost knowing.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why but I felt myself being lead to come and hug you," I say
He looks at me, smiles and says thank you. I hug him again and walk away to go back to my seat.
I focus back into the service and after several hugs from Kelsey (much needed at that point) I stop crying and shaking a glance over at him again. He is sitting with his head down and I go back into worshiping.
The service ends and after I leave, I get a text from him:
"Hey sorry I didn't get to say this to you before you left, but just wanted to let you know that God used you to send a message to me. I cannot thank you enough for that"
Wow. God used me to help send a message that someone has been praying for. To think God would use me, an imperfect person still trying to figure out my identity in Christ, to use me for something that could have meant something so much to someone else. Never ever would I do something like that out of the blue--to take the step, leap even,-- which makes me know that that wasn't me. That was God.
