Speak it Out

So next week or the week after that I am doing a testimony at Primal. For those of you who don't know, a testimony can be when you speak of what someone or something has done in your life. Anyhow, I am freaking. It is a huge thing to get up in front of a crowd of people that you know reasonably well and speak of your life and its events to them! However, I will ask God for courage and humility to be able to do such a thing.
When I was much younger, my greatest fear was to take part in the annual speech competition, however it was compulsory! I would stand up the front with my piece of paper and my hands would shake uncontrollably! I actually could not stand to be up there.
I beleive that God is working on my confidence however because a few weeks or so ago at a Jason Westerfield meeting after recieving prayer, we were asked to come up the front to share what God had done for us! So I went up the front possibly in front of 200+ people to share my testimony of what God had done for me that night. The fact that I went up there of my own free will is proof that God has changed me in the arena of public speaking and such. I am very excited to be able to do my testimony at Primal, even though I'm rather nervous.


On a different note, next wednesday it is my birthday. What should I do??!

Humbled and Exalted

Hey Blog, I have missed you. Therefore I must write in you in order to not lose this connection that I have with this, not obligating, but what is a fulfilling task at the end of the day.

This week has been both amazing and awful.

I shall begin with the awful stuff.

I used to have a paper round, you see, and on this paper round I did what I thought was an adequete job. I would bike around carrying two over laden bags . I was extrodinarily lucky that for the most part it did not rain.

However, last weekend it did rain. The sky cried and they were big, fat and cold rain drops. As I realised that I would catch a cold if I kept this up, I left half of the paper round and biked home full of relief.

I did not realise that this would be to my detriment, in a major way.

On Tuesday morning I recieved an angry but controlled phone call from my supervisor, who carried on to say that she was "stunned at my deceptive behaviour" Among other accusations and such, her call ended with: "You better take a long, hard look at yourself Gemma, you need to change!"

Needless to say, this left me feeling low, distraught, unworthy, you get the idea.

After I had stopped feeling sorry for myself and wiped away the tears, I got on with my day! My week improved greatly after this, as I purchased a book called Dream Languag, by James W and Michal Ann Goll. This book is amazing! It shows that our dreams can be communication from God, and not a result of eating cheese that night or something. This wonderful book also shows how to record dreams, because they are just so elusive! (Sneaky things)

On Tuesday night I went around to Catherine and Taryn's house armed with chicken, oven chips, icecream and Glee! We had a cool cool time watching far too much Glee and eating icecream.

Last night however, last night was AMAZING!
I don't know of you've heard of Jason Westerfield or not, but he is staying in Christchurch till the 21st November to see revival come!
From 6pm till 11pm last night was a time of miricles, healings, abundant worship and praise.
I got drunk on the Holy Spirit and it was fantastic. My legs were swaying and others were laughing uncontrollably and randomly yelling. Such a good night!

My closing thoughts?

God will always be there for you, he will never leave or forske you!

It is important to be joyful.

Persevere.