It’s been a long time, a very long time, since I woke up with music playing in my head, so I was especially happy this morning to hear that old song (the title of this post) playing in my head. I was beginning to feel as if the world of the mundane had sucked me back in, and life was beginning to seem very dry. Yet I say that knowing it’s no one’s fault but my own. I have as much access to heaven as any of His children. That said, shouldn’t my life look a lot different?
I’ve been reading the series of books on William Branham again and pondering his life and ministry, in awe of what God did through him. Yes, I know things got kind of “weird” at the end of his life (as seems to so often happen with many who carry such a mantle), but there’s so much to be gleaned that it’s very much worth the read. He got it, the fact that if you can just get people to “only believe” then anything is possible. If we would just do it we could turn the world upside down. So why don’t we? I’m still trying to figure that out.
There are times when I’m like, “Sure he could do that, the Angel of the Lord was with him and gave him incredible supernatural abilities to “read” illnesses and then later with the gift of words of knowledge (that he got through visions!). He didn’t have to wonder about anything, he KNEW it because he SAW it. Something tells me though that even if I knew and saw it that it would still be scary to step out. And there’s the culprit: fear.
I hate fear. Have I said that before in here? Well I’ll say it again anyway. I hate fear. I don’t want an ounce of it in my life. There’s less now than when I started this journey, but I still have a long way to go.