Power of your love

I had an 'it' moment in church today.
You know when you hear about people who are touched by the holy spirit and either fall or cry?

I cried.
No... I bawled!

I spent the whole week feeling really down.
It got so intense that I consciously knew that I was not being myself but I was helpless to do anything about it.
I think I was being a b*tch most of the week, so I sincerely apologise to those saints who have put up with me.

I ran to church today... and not only because I was late, but because there was this overwhelming urge to be in a place where I knew I could relax, where I knew it would not matter if other people judged me because it was God's house and he's the big boss and those in his house jolly well accept the people he invites to his house.
As Matthew 9: 10-13 teaches, it is the sick and the lost who need help.
So I ran in, not wanting to waste a second.
The minute I reached the worship hall, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
The congregation were well into their 2nd song.
Seeing a really tall Sunitha, I got into place beside her and started to pray.
Out of the blue, this prayer spoke aloud in my head.

"I give my all to you Lord.
Let your will unfold in my life.
I'm so scared Lord, so afraid.
But I put my trust in you because you love me and know what is best for me.
I'm scared Lord, so scared,
but I trust you."

I guess this is the true meaning of faith.
I felt an enormous weight lifted off me and the tears started to pour.
It was an emotional experience and I believe I was crying from deep within my heart because I knew everything would be alright, that I would be safe, that I would not disappoint, that I was accepted where I stood...