How many times have I come back now? I lost count. I go back and forth on the blog thing. After awhile, I really felt like I had nothing to talk about. I do the same things everyday and life rarely changes for me.
But now, that I've been 26 for a few days, apparently life is just that much better! LOL I've decided that I'm going to blog when I want to document something in my life. I'm not going to obligate myself to something everyday or weekly or any schedule. Some days I might post and others I might not-capiche? (ca peeshe, that's what that's supposed to say :) )
So I entitled this post 'A Wake Up Call' for a very good reason-I had a huge wake up call. Some of you know, others of you may not know, but I am a Christian. I can admit that I truly have not been a good follower of Christ, but He seriously woke me up about a week ago.
I was on a road trip on a big bus with some friends and the Backstreet Boys. We pulled off into a gas station, filled up the gas tank, got some snacks and played football. We were headed to our friends wedding. We arrived the next day-the day of the wedding. After reaching the brides house everyone dispersed and I set out to help the bride. I suddenly got this huge sense of guilt. I had the urge to grab the wedding dress and the bridesmaids dresses and there was some force pulling me towards them. I grabbed them and they dragged me outside and hung themselves on the fence. This unexplicable force then pushed me on the ground and there was a sudden storm. It was windy and rainy. It quickly passed but the dresses were ruined. I was pulled back inside and my hands landed on my laptop. It was like I had no control over my body. The laptop forced me up against a door and there was something on the door. I can't remember what it was, but I felt the need to pray. I prayed over this object and the door opened. I was forced up the stairs and then I was forced up a ladder. All the while the computer is still in my hands with a blank screen. As my I come to the top of the ladder the side of the house is blown out and I can see the father of the bride falling from a ladder. I started praying for the father asking for his safety and the image started becoming more transparent. I stopped praying. The minute I did he was falling again. I prayed for forgiveness of him and his family, I prayed that he would come to know the Lord. I prayed til I had no words and the image was gone.
As soon as the image was gone the computer went flying out of my hands, down the ladder and landed on the floor. These magnet type things, there were two of them, were about the size of quarters came flying at the computer and attached themselves at the bottom of the screen. Each magnet thing deleted one file-both music files. One was Josh Hoge the other was Backstreet Boys. Upon deletion of these files the world suddenly became right again. It was like none of that ever happened.
Then I woke up.
I woke up in so many ways that morning. I woke up literrally. I woke up and felt the need to pray. I woke up wondering if God was like screaming at me. I always told Him that I couldn't hear him talk to me, but now I hear him loud and clear.
I asked my friend about the dream and she came back with quite a few things about meanings and if it was really me being spoken to or if I'm just turning into a quack. If you're interested in her response let me know. I'd be happy share.
Oh, and don't judge about the Backstreet Boys thing. I have NO IDEA but for a few nights in a row at least one of the guys, if not all of them was in a dream. It was the weirdest thing cause I was always saving them from something.
Anyway, it's good to be back with no pressure. I'll talk to you all soon!