I won't give away any details of the weekend; you have to get there for that.
Some stuff happened that I will share.
Three men offered me some Grace.
The first one told me that we get our sense of God the father from our earthly fathers. Our sense of the Holy Spirit comes from our mothers. How we perceive Jesus comes from our brothers and sisters.
Well, holy yikes. I don't have a clear view of what any of those relationships are meant to be. But the picture is starting come into focus.
The second one talked to me about his vision of the Holy Spirit in me specifically. "Why are you resisting the Holy Spirit." Here's why. I don't know the steps. What do I have to do to hear what the Holy Spirit is saying. "Nothing, beautiful warrior princess, daughter of a heavenly king. There's nothing to do; you just have to be."
Well, I don't know how to do that yet. But I'm close. Soooooooooooooo close!
The third one wrote me a letter about what he sees at work in me. That letter... Well, I'm going to cherish it. He spoke to me as his sister, as a loving and gentle man of God, and his words resonate. There is work to do for the Kingdom and I have a role to play.
Just before I left for my three days with Jesus, I spoke to my counselor about my changing role in treatment: "You are now a senior peer. You have a strong voice in recovery. I see you making a difference in people's lives. Don't be afraid to be who you are. Share your story."
I may not be able to hear the Holy Spirit myself yet. But you know? My truth holders can. And I can hear what they're saying.
There is something magnificent happening.
And I'm going to let it happen.
There's no place for Satan or any of my past demons, there's no place for hatred, and there's no place for doubt.
So, friends, this story ends right here, right now. I am breaking the chains of the past.I'm opening a new chapter, with a new plot, a new storyline, and some ass-kicking new characters.
If you want to come with me on this new journey, send me an email to: kari.kounkel@gmail.com for the linker.
Peace,
Kari
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