Driving around today, I have been listening to OLD music from early Charismatic/Word of Faith days, stuff I grew up listening to at Winter Bible Seminars, Camp meetings, All Faiths Crusades, Believers Conferences, and so forth. As I was singing along I was amazed at how after so many years the lyrics are still as fresh in my mind as they were they day I sang them all the time. Then I believe that what happened next was more than me just drifting back down "memory lane" I honestly believe God brought things to remembrance, that had almost been forgotten, to show me something.
Listening to the songs God reminded me of my childhood. Being a pastor's daughter I spent MANY hours in the church outside of service times because my parents would have work to do and counseling appointments and at the time we were too young to be left at home, so they brought us with them to the church. (And just a side note: THANK YOU daddy & mommy for having us around church and the things of God as much as possible!) Anyway, being in the church for hours as young children there isn't much to do, so me being the oldest I would organize something imaginative for us to do and my two little guinea pigs--errrr--I--mean--uh--siblings would follow my lead. And what fun event would we choose to do? Well the one thing we were always surrounded by, we would have an imaginative camp meeting service.
