You Are GOD Alone

Last Thursday morning, my dad, mom, Jojo and jack left my house here in WV. I was distraught because time spent with them makes me remember just how much fun they are and how much I love them. I decided to go for a walk, a fast one at that. I took my MP3 player and the song, "You Are God Alone" began playing. Tears came to my eyes, and I couldn't stop crying; so, I began running as fast as I could. (mind you, I haven't really run since I was in my earlier 20s) I just ran and ran as tears blurred my vision. Why? Because sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by everything. I am trying to desperately find a job, and Josh just started a second job this week. I hate that he has to do that. I was miserable because all I wanted was to be near my family especially when I felt so all alone here in WV.
But Saturday, I decided to go to DC with my church and participate in our big soul-winning marathon. I hadn't done a marathon since I was in college about 6 years ago. It proved to be worth every minute spent in our nation's capital. I hadn't been to DC since I was a Senior in high school (about 10 years ago), and then, I only visited the historical sights. I hadn't been to the outskirts where the projects lay. We were divided up into many, many teams. My team consisted of 8 people, divided into groups of 2. Me and my partner, Crystal, had a bit of a rough start. For about the first hour and a half, we met person after person who either were too busy, wanted nothing to do with us, or insisted they were good people and that's all they needed. I must admit, I felt down because I couldn't remember my previous soul-winning experiences being so stinkin' hard. Granted, we were the only white people in the area. That didn't bother me, but we ran into Muslims, drunks, scary men, etc. Not one time did I feel threatened. (before you wonder, we had two men in our group who constantly kept an eye of our all of us ladies but MOST of all, GOD was with us) All I felt was the oppression of the WICKED ONE. I knew he didn't want us there, let alone talk to anyone. Finally, we saw a break-through and we couldn't stop winning people to the Lord. I talked to many adults. I believe the youngest I spoke to was about 12 or 13. Crystal, on the other hand, talked to many children's groups along with adults. She ended up winning 16 and won the flag for the ladies' on our bus. I saw 10 people come to know the Lord. I had many thank me over and over for coming there and telling them how they can go to Heaven. I wrote each of their names in my New Testament, and I hope to remember each one of them as each one sweetly came to the realization that they needed Heaven. This day proved to lift my spirit incredibly. I felt as if I was walking on clouds. I give all of the glory and praise to the Holy Spirit Who went before us and kept us safe from all accidents and harm. I believed that God' divine protection was on us that day; for, as we were leaving, down the hill came a multitude of Muslim priests and followers in their turbans and robes. We also passed three accidents without a hold-up in traffic. A bus broke down on the way back, and we were able to take some of the teenage boys back with us. No one knew this, but I plead the blood of Jesus over our bus that morning. I rebuked Satan in the name of Jesus to stay away from our team, bus, bus driver, and called for God's angels to surround us in safety. I honestly believe that we were surrounded that day with a super-natural power that no one can explain but the soul-winners that prayed. I felt God's presence, much more powerful than any demonic force. Even the lady that yelled hateful words to me and my partner, I felt just bounced off my spirit. I didn't allow the mean words to hurt me, but prayed that somehow some way, she would be saved in the future. Even the two teenage boys who kept yelling, "Hey, sexy lady!" got saved because I walked right up to them. I felt if they wanted my attention, I'd at least tell them how to go to Heaven. Right before they prayed, the one boy told me his real name. I could tell he felt badly for tricking us. My God is real, and my faith is stronger. Thank you, Jesus!