Raised Hands Held High
It's amazing how sometimes the most subtle things can impact your life so much... My fiance B and I have been attending a church together with his family, which consists of B's mom, dad, and grandma. We have known for a long time now that B's grandma isn't doing so well and that at any time she may not be around anymore.
So B's grandma hadn't been to church the previous week and had stayed home because she was too weak to come. The following week, she went in for tests to make sure what was going on and to see if she were ok. They came back ok and she was given the free and clear but not without some medication changes.
I am not personally used to going to a church like the one we go to. I was raised completely different, and so far I haven't really felt any movement in the spirit. I guess to explain what I mean is to give you some insight on what it is like to feel God moving through a church. It's a feeling of happiness and of sadness, a feeling that nothing else can give you or compare to. It's kind of like winning a new car and not having to pay a dime for it. Pure Adrenaline pumping, elation, warmth, like someone has scooped you up and is holding you in their arms.
Church started like it normally does on Sunday at 10am sharp, because Pastor B is very punctual. The feeling began as soon as he walked up and stood at the alter. I don't know if it were the right songs that were playing, the right message that he was preaching that day... but I have never seen B's grandma soooo absolutely gloriously happy! The look on her face was so precious but I knew that she and God were having a conversation. Then she raised her hand in the air, and held it high while we started singing. Like she was reaching out and trying to touch something.
You should have seen the smile on that wonderful woman's face! It felt like the whole room was moving and being filled with the feeling of God's presence. I felt like He was holding me and comforting me too. I know that she isn't doing as well as her family keeps telling B and I, and I also know that B is not going to be able to handle the loss of his grandmother very well.
What God had said to her... I don't know, but I can tell you this, this was the day that I really started believing in God again. I have never seen a person more happy. I have always been a spiritual person but there had been a time in my old church where things were happening that were not right, and they weren't ever made right. I lost a lot of faith in the church and in God when I left it. I have since regained some of that faith now not only by meeting and being loved by B, but by his family loving me and accepting as well. They have picked up the slack that my parents left me with. I am so thankful for them. Everything happens for a reason. I think God does have a plan for all...
When B's grandma passes away, I know that her life will be mourned by the family and myself greatly. I know that God, that Sunday, was showing me that I will have the strength to help support the rest of the family. I know as I watched her raise her hand, the look on her face and the feeling that I had, GOD was with her and GOD was with me.
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