It's been six days since I took off on my Florida Adventure. On adventures you should always expect the unexpected. Living with the Holy Spirit is like an adventure. I never know what He's going to do. I prayed for refreshing while I'm away from the bible study. Lately I have felt empty in the bible study. It's been harder and harder to separate myself from ministry.To be honest the time with my family was hard. I went back to my people tired and desperately in need of some R&R. I have an excellent spiritual support team in Florida. I call them for prayer, encouragement and to just let off steam. Right now I need to be surrounded by them.
Not to mention my love for the ocean. The beach is my favorite place to pray; it's the place I go to reflect on how small I am and how big my God is. It's easy to put things in perspective when I see the vast blue of the ocean and the sky.
Yesterday on my adventure my friend Wendy daughter planned are day. Our day started early. The first thing on her agenda was a trip to Ripley's Believe It or Not museum in St Augustine. We had a ball. We sit on a big wooden chair called a Love Meter. As soon as you put two quarter (of course you have to pay to check your love meter) the chair started shaking, your whole body gets shaken. I started to laugh hysterically because it tickled me, Wendy kept rubbing her nose with her thumb and index finger saying "I feel it in my nose," Lena sit straight up as if being somehow soothed, and said "This is nice." My love meter ended on Tease, Wendy's ended on Cold, and Lena ended with Passionate. After that we took pictures with creepy looking wax figures. I took a picture with Alligator man. Some guy that hunted alligators and had a plate of false teeth made of gator teeth. Some of the things were creepy some very cool art work, like dresses made of news paper or jelly bean art and an all candy portrait of Elvis. The tour took us about two hours. We laughed the whole time. We had our hands dipped in hot wax and impression made from them.
After the tour we took a ride on the red train around the ST Augustine. We even went to the fountain of youth. There we met The Senator; a 600 year old oak. I thought I could probably use a small sip out of the fountain, but before I could get to it my eyes sighted one of the 35 peacocks that guard the area of the fountain. It's was magnificent in color and form. It never opened it's wing yet I was captivated by it's beauty. I figured the fountain was more myth than fact. It's just to many elderly people in St, Augustine. St Augustine brags of being the oldest continually occupied European city in the nation. It also boast of much bloodshed, We went on a daytime tour and a ghost tour at night. All most everywhere we stood we were told of some horrible battle or slaughter and how we were standing on once blood drenched ground. That felt creeping and weird and I couldn't help but wonder if like Abel whose brother Cain slew their blood was crying out from the ground. Each story made me sad. The story of the native Americans, the African slaves the French Huguenots. So much bloodshed in such a small place. Don't get me wrong it was a small rather quaint town, full of history and I loved the little shops and the horse and carriage rides, and all the little bed and breakfast. It also has some of the best restaurants, and the beach is huge.
However, the history only reminded me of the history of our nation, a history of hatred, injustice and vicious cruelty. So I started to pray and repent for all the innocent bloodshed of our nation. Not only on our soil, but the soil of many nations. America needs to repent.We need to fast and pray and turn to God with our whole heart. I disliked walking on ground someone else bled and died on. But it's there to remind us of that dark side of our nation. The side we overlook when we call ourselves a Christian nation. The side that stink in God's nostril. Despite the fact that I spent a great deal of my time praying we still had a great time in St. Augustine.
Fearless
Not to mention my love for the ocean. The beach is my favorite place to pray; it's the place I go to reflect on how small I am and how big my God is. It's easy to put things in perspective when I see the vast blue of the ocean and the sky.
Yesterday on my adventure my friend Wendy daughter planned are day. Our day started early. The first thing on her agenda was a trip to Ripley's Believe It or Not museum in St Augustine. We had a ball. We sit on a big wooden chair called a Love Meter. As soon as you put two quarter (of course you have to pay to check your love meter) the chair started shaking, your whole body gets shaken. I started to laugh hysterically because it tickled me, Wendy kept rubbing her nose with her thumb and index finger saying "I feel it in my nose," Lena sit straight up as if being somehow soothed, and said "This is nice." My love meter ended on Tease, Wendy's ended on Cold, and Lena ended with Passionate. After that we took pictures with creepy looking wax figures. I took a picture with Alligator man. Some guy that hunted alligators and had a plate of false teeth made of gator teeth. Some of the things were creepy some very cool art work, like dresses made of news paper or jelly bean art and an all candy portrait of Elvis. The tour took us about two hours. We laughed the whole time. We had our hands dipped in hot wax and impression made from them.
After the tour we took a ride on the red train around the ST Augustine. We even went to the fountain of youth. There we met The Senator; a 600 year old oak. I thought I could probably use a small sip out of the fountain, but before I could get to it my eyes sighted one of the 35 peacocks that guard the area of the fountain. It's was magnificent in color and form. It never opened it's wing yet I was captivated by it's beauty. I figured the fountain was more myth than fact. It's just to many elderly people in St, Augustine. St Augustine brags of being the oldest continually occupied European city in the nation. It also boast of much bloodshed, We went on a daytime tour and a ghost tour at night. All most everywhere we stood we were told of some horrible battle or slaughter and how we were standing on once blood drenched ground. That felt creeping and weird and I couldn't help but wonder if like Abel whose brother Cain slew their blood was crying out from the ground. Each story made me sad. The story of the native Americans, the African slaves the French Huguenots. So much bloodshed in such a small place. Don't get me wrong it was a small rather quaint town, full of history and I loved the little shops and the horse and carriage rides, and all the little bed and breakfast. It also has some of the best restaurants, and the beach is huge.
However, the history only reminded me of the history of our nation, a history of hatred, injustice and vicious cruelty. So I started to pray and repent for all the innocent bloodshed of our nation. Not only on our soil, but the soil of many nations. America needs to repent.We need to fast and pray and turn to God with our whole heart. I disliked walking on ground someone else bled and died on. But it's there to remind us of that dark side of our nation. The side we overlook when we call ourselves a Christian nation. The side that stink in God's nostril. Despite the fact that I spent a great deal of my time praying we still had a great time in St. Augustine.
Fearless
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