Life is AWESOME!

...I just don't have anytime to write about it right now. The trip was sobering and caused great growth afterwords. My plans are still to quit my job in the middle of July, scary thought, but I'm jumping off the mountain without a paracute(msp) for the first time in my life! I want to tell all of you about my trip and how everything went. I just don't have time right now and I want to dive in and drink up all that has been going on in all of your lives, but I just don't have time right now. I'm so sorry! I love you all, miss you all, and hope that all of you are doing well.

Life is really a Mountaintop experience for me right now. I sang in church Sunday, yes Easter Sunday...and God just blessed me beyond measure. The Preacher's Wife, who I have had trouble with in the past just came up and put her loving arms around me and just thanked God for what I had done. It was the purest most amazing moment...and I'm still emotional over it. Chad, the choir director who I've butted heads with two came up gave me a big hug, something he never does, and thanked me for singing and for being part of the church. Now I know why I was supposed to sing.

Things are just going all in all in a positive direction. I'm rejoicing, and confident that I will rest in the shadow of the next valley before once again I begin the dangerous climb up that next mountain.

Continue to keep me in your prayers and please drop me an email and let me know how you are, for I don't know when I will get back to your blogs. God go with you all. Much Love.

Melissa

Comments

Bar L. said…
WOW! Thats all I can say for now. Good to see a post from you!
11:06 PM
Becca said…
*sings* Melissa's back Melissa's back Melissa's back...


missed you, girl

love ya
8:02 PM
Anonymous said…
joy is all over this post!!
11:10 PM
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