the freedom.

I just spent a whole weekend experiecing freedom on a new level. Love, like I've never felt love before. I actually have self-respect, for once in my life. But there is still one thing that hasn't changed one bit. A cry in my heart. A cry for other people's freedom. A cry for other people's journies. People all over the world want freedom. Freedom of choice, of thought, of rights... But most of the time, those people, those men, those women, those children who are carrying those pieces of paper with massive letters that spell FREEDOM want more than to have the freedom of speech, or to be free of something less. They want freedom. Complete freedom. They want to be set free from pain, from hurt, from sin.. And it is still in my heart to help bring that light of freedom into their path for them to walk through and experience freedom like they never knew. Know Jesus. Know love. Know life. This weekend was the best weekend of my life. I am not ashamed to admit it. I had new levels of encounter with my God. And to be honest, I was absolutely dreading going to this conference. But as I united with these women of all ages, and exhaulted the name of Jesus, something began to stir within me. Something was planted and released into my spirit. And I don't want to go back.
A powerful, anointed woman of God spoke at a wonderful conference this weekend, and on Friday night she said one thing that has not left my spirit...
"We need to dust off the feet of one another, not point at the feet of one another."
Wow. We need to dust off the feet of each other! We need to help others be free. We need to. We need to be a light to others. A platform for others to stand on as they reach towards our God. We need to carry like we've never carried before. We need to shine like there is no rain. We need to arise, and actually do what we're called to do, instead of complaining about the time God gave you the opportunity to but we disobeyed... We need to love.