This last weekend I had the opportunity to go to a Women's Retreat in the beautiful Santa Cruz Mountains near the Central Coast of CA.
While I was there I had a really amazing encounter with the Living God. I will probably be talking about it over the next couple of Sundays, but decided to start with a little testimony.
I have been a believer in God since I could first understand the concept of an invisible God who is present. I can remember first feeling the Holy Spirit when I was 5. I didn't make a decision though, until I was 9. You can read about that story here, but come back for the rest of this one.
When you read about the various women who were featured in the stories of Jesus, which do you most quickly identify with? Martha? Jesus' mom? Not me. For the last 15 years I have identified with the woman at the well, Mary Magdalene, or more likely the sinful woman who washed His feet with her tears and dried them with her hair.
I identify with the shame you can see in some of them. Like the woman at the well, who avoided the crowds and instead went to fill her jug when it was hot and no one would be around, or the noticeable hunger for Jesus' presence in Mary, who sat and raptly attended to Jesus' words and message while her sister, Martha attended to Jesus' needs.
I've identified myself as a "impure" woman for so long, it's like I forget that I've been married for 10.5 years in a physically and spiritually pure marriage. I discovered anew this weekend that God isn't done with me yet and apparently is ready for me to lose that particular lock and chain and live in freedom from shame and guilt.
I will go more deeply into this story next week, but please be praying what God has to tell you over the next few weeks.
Hoping for a blessed and beautiful day for each of you!