Heaven

I went to IHOP (International House Of Prayer) on 3/12/2011 and wrote this:


     Believing in God and knowing he's real is such a beautiful thing. The believers dance with such love in their hearts. God must be surrounded with beauty and devotion and angels dancing with ribbons of colour. I can't help but to stare, gazing in awe, thinking to myself that someday He will choose me to live in such art where He. The music, music of praise that forces me to my feet involuntarily is the same music that must be in that glorious place where God sits in his thrown. In the midst of this intensity I can't help but to want to call out to God and speak to him and thirst for his word. I don't think getting saved was a coincidence at all. God chose me. I finally realize God has never left me of forsaken me but I was the one who strayed away from him and I know that leaving him to drawn in my own sins again isn't even an option. This time, this new love that's drawing me near His love will never fade away. I'm making a vow to God right now that I shall love him with all of my heart and spirit, body, mind and soul. He's opened my eyes and though I regret the fact that it's taken me till near the end, in a time when the Earth itself groans for the return of Jesus to realize just how much he loves me.
     All my life I've wanted to fill in the void inside me with everything other than God's love. I had life all wrong. I desired materials that won't follow me when I'm dead. It's fascinating how I do things I didn't have in me to do before; Like praying, lifting my hands before Him, comprehending messages and being overwhelmed with his presence without backing down from fear. I realize who's child I am now. I chose to follow God and to be a daughter of God.


...I pray to be only yours.


Yours truly
    Chelly M. Gray