  heart palpitations It's been about a half hour since i got off the phone with urlLink her and my heart's pattern continues to escalate into the quick thumps that accompany butterflies. She's picking me up tomorrow and we're heading to Muncie, IN for new years eve with her friends.
I have yet to see her face in person, as she has yet to see mine, but we've both seen pictures of each-other via the internet. Seems completely out of the blue. A development that came from a comment posted by JNeds-Fox that i should check out the blog of an acquaintance of his for similar thoughts on injustice. Looking back at the last 2 days has been amazing. We spent a total of 8 hours monday night corresponding between 4 hours on instant messenger and 4 hours on the phone.
I am definitely infatuated, I definitely feel the butterflies, and from where i stand with Jesus, I really can say I feel His pleasure and blessing looking down on this. From what i can tell, Amy seems to be a great match. A fellow vineyard church planter with a heart for international justice, a love for urlLink good radio , a urlLink drop dead gorgeous smile , a matching wit and intellect and a shared direction and perspective on so many other things, she also writes amazingly and has the most beautiful voice.
So, there it goes. hopefully I'll actually get some sleep tonight. I feel both so filled with excitement and energized by the Holy Spirit. i wept My duct taped bible with the ripped up back now falls directly open to Isaiah 58 (true fasting). As i sat here on my bed tonight, i couldn't help but weep as i sensed the truth of the call to: "Shout it aloud, do not hold back Raise your voice like a trumpet. " I am one who, no matter how much i don't understand God, must believe that He has called me to be one who declares his truth, whenever and wherever (a task at which i am currently abhorrent). I am a man who is to go and "loose the chains of injustice" . No matter how much i get distracted by life and work and music, I don't ever have to come back to God and explain where I've been.
I don't ever have to justify my actions, or make excuses. I just have to come and be loved. And ALL those excuses seem so shallow. All those reasons i was gone seem so worthless. And all i have, is to cry and accept the tears that renew a call of a life lived close to Him 
