time is a funny thing.

It's March.

Two months ago, this same time, I was packing my bags and preparing my spirit as I was soon to enter the doors of what would house 20,000 + college students as Passion 2010 was beginning.

I would soon be sitting in what was anything but a comfortable seat, surrounded by a sea of faces and next to some people I love deeply. I would soon hear the Owl City song "Meteor Shower" which I had heard many times before, but this time as a worship song and this time my heart would beat faster and I'd begin to "feel" the spirit moving in a big way. I'd soon look at a screen for 45 minutes as I heard a sermon on the familiar passage of Lazarus, but again, in a new way and my heart would beat faster and I'd have that same feeling. Goosebumps at times even. Which, let me just state, I'm not one to get goosebumps often, so when I do in that setting, whatever I'm writing is highlighted, starred, whatever the case needs to be, but I pay special attention to those moments. I'd meet 7 people that night that heartbeats would soon beat with mine and in some crazy, God-ordained way, we'd become friends and family and we'd end up sharing our hearts with one another. We'd end up being vessels of healing towards one of our brothers who had a very false idea of God. We'd end up being vessels of truth to the skeptic. They'd end up being vessels of refreshment to me, the weary one. I would soon hear Beth Moore and Francis Chan and other speakers and while goosebumps only came every so often throughout the 4 days, my heart would beat faster to the beat of the Spirit and how He moved. I'd pray for people I'd never met before and will likely never see again, and I'd feel my name on someone's tongue in that huge building and it'd make me stop for a moment and realize it's crazy how detailed God is and it's crazy that out of all those people, He'd take time to put my name on someone's tongue and somehow, in some way, some person prayed something over me and in those quiet moments, my heart would stir and two months from those very same nights, I'd be sitting in a dorm room in Tennessee, feeling sick, but finding that same stirring, that same heartbeat, those same goosebumps, that same feeling, that for some reason, God has put my name on someone's tongue tonight and while my body is fighting sickness and weariness, someone is fighting those things for my spirit too.

Whoa.