//Nikes, Graves, Powerades, and the Cross

Dear Blog World. Please forgive me. yet again.lol I know it's been a while since my last post, but please dive DEEP into the heart of God and pull out some blood to cover my blog sins.lolhahahah

No but really. It's has been a wild[and I mean WILD] eight and a half months of 2011 here in Mississippi. Some major[and I mean MAJOR] shift have taken place for the VERY good and some not weren't as nice. A lot that I wasn't expecting but that's kind of the nature of an apostolic generation. This kind of lifestyle requires FAITH. The lord once told me that to walk by Faith means that every step is anchored in the unseen.

So it has defiantly been an awesome season of transition, reformation, shifting, and establishing[hint the lack of post.busy.lol] Enough lingering. On the the point of the post.

So once upon a time...dot dot dot...I was in shape. I've always loved the great outdoors. I grew up with a big brother who loved sports so as a little brother I already had the propensity to be naturally athletic. Growing up, I practically lived outside . And I've always been a runner.

I can remember some of the most intimate times with the lord as a fourteen/fifteen year old were in the streets of my neighborhood running for hours. During the late hours of the night, I would just be outside communing with the triune God. I would just run and run and run. Something magical would happen as I exhausted my self. I would die.

Hidden deep in the labyrinth of my heart, are levels of brokenness and sin that needed/need to be abolished. Pain is the great revealer of those hidden places. So as I would run, the pain of my current condition would supernaturally be brought to the forefront of my heart. But the Spirit Might would rise in my inner man and strengthen the "real" me to overtake that current level of "brokeness me"[really Josh?sigh].

The old man would get the cover ripped off him, and then beaten violently as I got my eye on where I want to run to and pushed my selft to finish off strong. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that me pushing my self to the limit while running actually was[is] an avenue the lord used to expose some of the "underconstruction" areas and then give me grace to deal with them in his gentleness.