It was all a mess

I love a messy stage full of people all doing things that seem to take some people lifetimes to get up the courage to do. Tonight I was on the stage with people who have seen the freedom of the Gospel and live it all the time. There were cords running here and there like intersection of a busy city. So many things on the floor like a mine field full of empty bottles of water, instruments, and mic stands. But no one cared about the messiness, it reminds me of the slums of Israel were people can't cross walls that keep them from their brothers. Although away from the world and surrounded by guards, still HAPPY! Tonight could be described as a barn yard fiddle fest a with song of love that brought hope and healing to everyone! I am an instrument of heaven that sounds like a book written, tested, and trusted before the beginning of time. I know who I am and what makes me tick and it is love like a man finding his family again. It is amazing to see what a simple message that has been told in its purity can do to people. We all cried out with laughter in our throats like a tickle me Elmo's giggling none stop for no reason.  I got to be me at the fullest yelling face to face with an ever present God that made himself a man so He could make His enemies His friends, son/daughters, and lovers. I got to me and it was way more then just OK.