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Paper LJ: Home. Freezing.
Mar. 2nd, 2002 03:29 amSo, like, I spent this evening with the Americans: Greg (I asked), David, Luke and Christy.
First we had a chance to talk amongst eachother. Later, Greg talked about what he felt he wanted to do that night. We prayed. What I found really strange was that Greg asked God wheter he could just send one person to us who was thinking of suicide.
Then we went to the Museumplein, where the cafe's of Ede are. We stood there talking to persons. It was really cold. And cool!
The problem with me and these things is that when I do them, I'm totally okay and it all sounds great. I'm in that trance, on fire.
Now, when I stand at reality's side of the cloudcurtain, I feel weird. Was that what I felt a dream, reality, a touch of the Spirit?
Does it matter if I'd know?
First we had a chance to talk amongst eachother. Later, Greg talked about what he felt he wanted to do that night. We prayed. What I found really strange was that Greg asked God wheter he could just send one person to us who was thinking of suicide.
Then we went to the Museumplein, where the cafe's of Ede are. We stood there talking to persons. It was really cold. And cool!
The problem with me and these things is that when I do them, I'm totally okay and it all sounds great. I'm in that trance, on fire.
Now, when I stand at reality's side of the cloudcurtain, I feel weird. Was that what I felt a dream, reality, a touch of the Spirit?
Does it matter if I'd know?
