takes my breath away

Last night heaven opened and the Spirit of the Lord descended to meet with broken hearts and empty souls. After the message in chapel and a few songs silence roared: deafening, yet quietly reassuring. falling on my face i humbled myself before the Lord as a processor, knowing that if i forgot myself the weary soul would find solace in Jesus' strong, sure embrace. in silent reflection half of the campers stayed in the chapel and met with the Lord. and the tears fell. tears of healing. tears of pain. of joy. and restoration. changing their hard stone hearts for soft ones. it was a beautiful thing watching the campers and staff comfort each other: broken and crying together. That the Lord would choose to use a broken vessel like me, to pour out His love and to help to usher a lost sinner into heavens open, gates takes my breath away.