<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071</id><updated>2012-03-08T20:22:50.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Telling</title><subtitle type='html'>"Look at the nations and watch--and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe even if you were told." Habakkuk 1:5</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-5728772045053322323</id><published>2012-03-08T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T20:22:50.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorns &amp; Loavers, so soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-5728772045053322323?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/5728772045053322323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/03/acorns-loavers-so-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5728772045053322323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5728772045053322323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/03/acorns-loavers-so-soon.html' title='Acorns &amp; Loavers, so soon...'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-2629511744818791119</id><published>2012-03-02T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T12:03:04.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>"Acorns and oak trees, lads and loaves" uhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-2629511744818791119?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/2629511744818791119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/03/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/2629511744818791119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/2629511744818791119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-893916112836472270</id><published>2012-02-13T16:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:05:21.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a Lion, a Pit, and a Snow Day</title><content type='html'>On his journey, Benaiah is trudging through the thick snow laden ground. His skin, though tough and calloused, feels the stinging the cold has to offer. Tired, hungry, and thirsty he becomes eager to return to Jerusalem and his brothers, King David's mighty men. Suddenly, he hears a giant roar in the distance, and with goosebumps trickling up his spine his pace quickens. His Spirit only tastes a hint of fear, but he senses it. Made aware of this fear, he stops, seeks out the cave, slaughters the lion, then enjoys the cave for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Benaiah's course would not be diverted because of a sudden fear. He would not be controlled by it. It would not rule over him. He chose to act in direct contrast to Satan's bidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often our course is diverted because of the fears that reside within us. Discover the fears, anxieties, and worries in your life and immediately behind those are our areas of greatest strength and provision. Satan doesn't attack the areas that are irrelevant to the Kingdom. Rather, he chooses to attack and the destroy the areas that God has anointed and placed undiscovered authority over our lives; because, Satan knows that we're dangerous there. Even if we don't know it yet. For years Satan had attacked my sleep. Nights of insomnia with anxiety and worry. Going to bed became a huge battleground. I became fearful of going to sleep because I knew that's when anxiety would come, and that's when I stopped trusting the Lord. I would go through seasons of this and it wasn't until one great night of revelation where I discovered that sleep, the prophetic, and spiritual discernment awakened out of sleep were areas of God's authority and anointing over me. Greatest weaknesses become greatest strengths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Satan attack you there? Because you are called to move in it. There's a place of peace, rest, and warmth. We just have to go through the lion first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Bliss, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-893916112836472270?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/893916112836472270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/lion-pit-and-snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/893916112836472270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/893916112836472270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/lion-pit-and-snow-day.html' title='a Lion, a Pit, and a Snow Day'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-1343380987024083454</id><published>2012-02-13T00:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:12:07.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I supposed to be "Telling" again? and other Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been extremely convicted towards certain habits, or lack there of, that I've been fostering in my walk with Jesus. One in particular. Ok not just one, but one more so convicting than the others lately. I would like to think that I love and honor people well around me. On rare occasions my actions don't match up well with that statement, but for the most part I think I do those two things well (and there's always much more room to grow in those areas). Ok so I want to love people and honor them where they're at. So let's say hypothetically I was worth a lot of money and I see a starving person on the street. If I love and honor people well then giving that man a meal would be my gut reaction. So if I have an infinite amount of grace on my life, an anointing by the Holy Spirit, authority given to me by Jesus, and a Father who wants to see himself manifest through salvation; where's the holdup? So if I possess all those things worth more than gold, and I know/meet a person dying and going to hell, and I'm a loving person, then proof is only in the pudding, per se. Right now I'm only speaking off the cuff so hopefully all of this will evolve and I'll get to some meat. Bear with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On many occasions, but two in particular Jesus gave affirmative commands towards those that followed him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And proclaim as you go, saying, 'the kingdom of heaven is at hand.'(which looks a little bit like) Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse lepers, cast out demons. You received without paying; give without pay. "&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the classic&lt;br /&gt;"Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I with you always, to the end of the age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this little hill I've been trying to climb over and realize and that is that the gospel of Jesus is only good news to those who already believe. To those who don't have a personal relationship with Jesus, it's not good news. In fact when I share blatantly share Jesus with those around me the message (not my actions) is going to be offensive. Act in love but don't fear the offensiveness of the message. When the gospel is told it will offend spirit and soul, and then the beauty of it all kicks in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it look like for an entire generation to live unencumbered by fear? Well as a leaders we reap what we sow. If our biggest fears are fear of man that places us into terrified positions of not sharing the gospel, not healing the sick, not casting out demons, and not raising the dead(because we're commanded to do all those things) then we reproduce disciples and children with the same fears that we have. But that is only a secondary reason to it. Jesus is calling each one of us to step outside of the 'comforts' of our fears and into the greatness of the provision He's providing through our obedience to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it, and do it everyday. And see God's kingdom fall by activating the faith inside of you by being blatant in the blessing. Get up. And go live like your supposed to. This includes myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the poor &lt;br /&gt;he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn; to grant to those who mourn in Zion—to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; &lt;br /&gt;that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified. They shall build up the ancient ruins; they shall raise up the former devastations; they shall repair the ruined cities, the devastations of many generations. Strangers shall stand and tend your flocks; foreigners shall be your plowmen and vinedressers; but you shall be called the priests of the LORD; they shall speak of you as the ministers of our God; you shall eat the wealth of the nations, and in their glory you shall boast. Instead of your shame there shall be a double portion; instead of dishonor they shall rejoice in their lot; therefore in their land they shall possess a double portion; they shall have everlasting joy. Isaiah 61:1-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In areas of shame and disobedience God is not only restoring my portion but He is doubling it. He is giving beauty for ashes. Today is a new day, and with it comes new resolves. There will be so much more to 'tell' this season. There will be so much more to 'tell' today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grace under pressure, &lt;br /&gt;Wes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-1343380987024083454?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/1343380987024083454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-am-i-supposed-to-be-telling-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/1343380987024083454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/1343380987024083454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-am-i-supposed-to-be-telling-again.html' title='What am I supposed to be &quot;Telling&quot; again? and other Ramblings'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-8566694663798396034</id><published>2012-02-10T13:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:27:09.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rain (i like rain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFlkgpOmbro/TzVssp48umI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hGJ3tCm0Qz0/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFlkgpOmbro/TzVssp48umI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hGJ3tCm0Qz0/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587617176730210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2x_yjKqN4qk/TzVssUTiThI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1kjNHvc3z50/s1600/rain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2x_yjKqN4qk/TzVssUTiThI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1kjNHvc3z50/s320/rain1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587611382664722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qda-iTuWupM/TzVssGwhf5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z1jlqUro9mI/s1600/rain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qda-iTuWupM/TzVssGwhf5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z1jlqUro9mI/s320/rain2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587607746150290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFlkgpOmbro/TzVssp48umI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hGJ3tCm0Qz0/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-422123300314643927</id><published>2012-02-10T13:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:59:56.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quick quote</title><content type='html'>“He loves each one of us like there is only one of us to love.”&lt;br /&gt;-Max Lucado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-422123300314643927?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-5711391469657070050</id><published>2012-02-09T16:11:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:25:13.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm, At His Right</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago during worship one Sunday I asked God to give me a picture of what perfect, true restoration looked like, and almost immediately I got a picture of myself standing next to God and of Him placing His right arm around me and pulling me tight into himself. Psalm 16:11 says, "You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore." And deep in God's presence there is not only fullness of joy, but restoration. His presence heals every wound, every broken heart, cleanses every sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll let me hijack something I blogged a couple of years ago, I said, "Shika Baba. It's a Swahili term for 'hold onto the Father.' How do we see, experience, feel, live revival? We shika baba. We hold onto the goodness of the Father and we don't let go." So let me take this a step further and ask how do I/we receive personal transformation? I press into my Father, my Jesus, and my Holy Spirit. I become found in the cleft of God's arm. Living in a ceaseless hug from God(oh that's good). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was meditating on this verse this morning God asked me about His right hand and why pleasures forevermore were found there, and then it occurred to me that that's where Jesus is. This moment. Right now. Jesus is sitting at God's right hand, and he has been for an eternity, pouring all his goodness and pleasures onto us. I love simple truths and revelations like that. So simple, but so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always been this huge significance of God's right arm and me, sounds funny, but it's true. For the longest time, and still today, during worship my left hand would get really hot and tingle like crazy and inch all the way up my arm and eventually to the entire left side of my body, but it was only during worship or when spending personal time with Him. So one day I asked God why that happened and he told me it was because I'm on His right. You see, Jesus is King who reigns forever, and one day we will worship Him face to face. We are no equals. He is at the Father's right hand. But what God was showing me was that He has placed all His children in a position of favor. On his right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God expand my love for you so that I am always found in the cleft of Your right arm. Your presence. Where true restoration, healing of wounds and brokenness,  pleasures forevermore, and fullness of joy begins and ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you,  &lt;br /&gt;Wes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-5711391469657070050?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/5711391469657070050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/couple-weeks-ago-during-worship-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5711391469657070050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5711391469657070050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/couple-weeks-ago-during-worship-one.html' title='Mmmm, At His Right'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-5035963762510674477</id><published>2012-02-08T19:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:45:39.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new face.</title><content type='html'>I know. The templates a work in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-5035963762510674477?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/5035963762510674477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-year-new-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5035963762510674477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5035963762510674477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-year-new-face.html' title='New year, new face.'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-1939101902209497157</id><published>2012-02-08T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:13:44.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding</title><content type='html'>So I've stepped into this brand new season of my life. And here I sit, and sit, and sit. Waiting for God's dreams for me to begin unfolding or at the very least to be vividly revealed. But no, I'm here waiting. It's a holding pattern. You know when you're waiting in a plane circling the airport for an appropriate moment to land, and your ready to be on the ground and anxiety kinda hits you. Something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of days ago my wonderful mom sent me an incredibly encouraging scripture, Romans 8:24-28. I'll read the Message version because I really liked how it was put:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it's not only around us; it's within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We're also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don't see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy. Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. (Rom. 8:24-28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of the waiting is soo good. It grows my spirit in faith and teaches it to continually press into the things of God. The anxiety I am feeling is soo bad. What it's saying is that I don't trust God's goodness in my life as much as I trust myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Johnson said (I've been consistently reminding myself of this), "The renewing of your mind puts you in a position to see that there is an oak tree in an acorn." So here I sit in this acorn season, and I rest, and I press in for patience, waiting for revelation that is greater than I am. Holding in joy and bliss! One thing I love about God is waiting for His goodness and glory to fall is just an unexpected moment away. We're consistently reaping the benefits of God's goodness, but we're always just a moment and an encounter away from being changed forever, and that's something to press into! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend told me it's easy to press in so much for the things and the promises of the future that you miss all the goodness being poured out that day. But with the renewing of the mind, you get to watch the beautiful growth of an acorn into an oak tree of righteousness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace easy, &lt;br /&gt;Wes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-1939101902209497157?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/1939101902209497157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/holding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/1939101902209497157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/1939101902209497157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/holding.html' title='Holding'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-4423881578913724951</id><published>2012-02-04T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T11:57:40.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>I'm back. This morning during my time with Jesus I reflected on Matthew 13:44-46:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up. Then in his joy (i love joy) he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls, who, on finding one pearl of great value, went and sold all that he had and bought it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After munching on this for about 24 hrs. I'll let you know how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with bliss, &lt;br /&gt;Wes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-4423881578913724951?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/4423881578913724951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/heeeeey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4423881578913724951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4423881578913724951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2012/02/heeeeey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-6857381059269923640</id><published>2010-09-08T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:26:14.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perpetual States"</title><content type='html'>life &amp; loss&lt;br /&gt;freedom &amp; hold&lt;br /&gt;count the cost&lt;br /&gt;of Your presence i fold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the Light&lt;br /&gt;after Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Grace at night&lt;br /&gt;pierce the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take Your time&lt;br /&gt;but don't wait long&lt;br /&gt;for us to outshine &lt;br /&gt;this bitter prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the plea too early&lt;br /&gt;am i asking too late&lt;br /&gt;Love covered mercy&lt;br /&gt;outlasts rotten bait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter third Heaven &lt;br /&gt;thick as the fog&lt;br /&gt;experience stands leaven &lt;br /&gt;as i pour out this log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visions of You&lt;br /&gt;and the life i take&lt;br /&gt;long overdue&lt;br /&gt;are these perpetual states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.W.S &lt;br /&gt;6.6.10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-6857381059269923640?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/6857381059269923640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/09/perpetual-states.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/6857381059269923640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/6857381059269923640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/09/perpetual-states.html' title='&quot;Perpetual States&quot;'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-5615582578294564845</id><published>2010-08-30T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:42:00.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*The Secret's in the Telling*</title><content type='html'>"They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death." Revelation 12:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look among the nations, and see; wonder and be astounded. For I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if told." Habakkuk 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after a long mental debate I've decided to continue up the blog past India and take it back to Norman, OK. Here are a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family and friends want me to (I'm sure strangers are indifferent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's cheap amusement &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Secret's in the Telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back from India for over a month, and telling the stories of God's goodness and greatness and anointing over the trip, I've discovered the power of testimony. Satan trembles at our testimonies because he sees the power in it. He knows that it's the testimony of God's consistent love, grace, mercy, and goodness in our lives that wage war against his intentions to pull us away from the Father's love. There is something very powerful that happens when a testimony is spoken into the atmosphere, whether that is a lifelong testimony or a testimony about how God gave us grace for a difficult day. The testimony unravels God's greatness to people. It shows how God has worked and gives a promise of God's continual goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' provision on the cross created the greatest avenue for us to declare His goodness by our words to others. The declaration of God's goodness and our satisfaction in Him can't be over exaggerated because His goodness is infinite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to challenge you to give a testimony of how God has worked in your life to someone. Whether that's your spouse or a colleague or your kids or a friend or the lady behind the counter at Walmart. Whoever it might be, just tell it. God's goodness is meant to be declared daily and always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Lord, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-5615582578294564845?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/5615582578294564845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/08/secrets-in-telling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5615582578294564845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5615582578294564845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/08/secrets-in-telling.html' title='*The Secret&apos;s in the Telling*'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-5858093352361249994</id><published>2010-06-26T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:20:05.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting in our Dreams</title><content type='html'>This past week I had the opportunity to travel to Coorg which is in southeast India in the Western Ghats. The area is so beautiful and peaceful. No more car horns or constant exhaust smell. It was a great time to process all that the Lord has been doing for the past two months, and even get a little rest in before coming back to the city for two more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in those times that I just want to sit with God and dream with Him. "Lord these are my desires. How can we achieve them." In second Samuel God tells David that He was willing to give him any desire. That's because David's heart was so interwoven with God's that nothing David asked for was in the realm of vanity. When we are close to Him, His desires become ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe some of us have this mentality that God is so huge(which is true) and we are these incredible sinners(which is not true, we're saints) that we don't want to bother God with our "petty" inquiries. What we fail to realize though is that our Daddy loves us so much. He saved us, and we are his children, and there is nothing too small that He won't give to us. I'm not talking about a "health, wealth, and prosperity" gospel, but what I am takling about is a Daddy soo giving that just loves to pour Himself out on His kids. God is a holistic God. He covers every need and desire. Like I said earlier, when our heart is near to His, our desires our His desires. "How much more will the Father in heaven give good gifts to those that ask Him?(Matthew 7)" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids we had faith and hearts that viewed nothing as unnatainable, and now we are children of the most gracious Giver. So just open your hearts and your palms to the heavens, and start to dream again. Pray hard and obnoxiously! It's Christmas 365 days a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-5858093352361249994?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/5858093352361249994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/resting-in-our-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5858093352361249994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5858093352361249994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/resting-in-our-dreams.html' title='Resting in our Dreams'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-4829973309021362045</id><published>2010-06-19T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T04:50:17.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lower Still</title><content type='html'>In 1904 a young Evan Roberts prayed the prayer "Bend me, oh Lord." It was this confession of submission to God that springboarded the Welsh Revival, seeing over 100,000 new believers give their lives to Jesus within a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus calls us to live a life lower still. Jesus, how much time should I spend with you? Lower still. How should I love my spouse? Lower still. What does it look like to give to those around me? Lower still. How do I love? Lower still. Heidi Baker said, "...draw us into a life of living even lower still, leading us on the low road--the only road forward--until we become as desperate for God as the poor are for daily bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we feel as if we're missing something when we live prostrate. In reality, though, we're prostrated at the feet of the Giver. No one gives good gifts like the Father. We pour ourselves out to Him and those around us, and He fills us back up. We bend ourselves, but it's His love and grace that keeps us from breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus give us a revelation of what it looks like to live lower still. I need to be facedown on the ground in humble submission to You. You are the awesome, uncreated, creator who loves me, and I want Your thick, tangible presence which is found only when I'm lower still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-4829973309021362045?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/4829973309021362045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/lower-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4829973309021362045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4829973309021362045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/lower-still.html' title='Lower Still'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-298862223617893826</id><published>2010-06-18T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:47:20.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shika Baba</title><content type='html'>Hey family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I love each of you and can't wait to see you! 3 more weeks! God has been moving so much since I last posted. Salvations, healings, the love of Jesus being displayed in the city by the multitiudes, daily. Praise God! I was watching a Bill Johnson teaching and he said, "I'm alive for one thing, to see a move of God transform society. I don't have anything else going on." God is moving. He's moving here and He's moving in America. Revival's coming to Oklahoma. It's coming to Norman. It's coming to Duncan. It's going to sweep. God make me a carrier of revival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught me at a bold moment, but it's exactly who God says we are. Right now God is pouring identity in me. I am who He says I am. I've resolved that. God is raising a people of apostolic passion. A people who will not take no for an answer. Who refuse to listen to the lies of the devil. God is anointing men and women right now who will carry that apostolic anointing. Right now my heart is going out to my hometown and how desperation and relentless passion will spark revival in the city. I see churches filled because of how tangible and powerful the presence of God is in them. I see youth's pastoring those around them with the presence of the Spirit. Homeless, poor, sick, hungry are filled and clothed by the compassionate body of Christ. I see men and women resolving their identity in the Lord. People who refuse to be depressed, sick, lonely because of the presence of God that is upon them. I picture this city as a place that declares Isaiah 61:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me this verse this morning, not only for myself but for the city of Duncan. This will be a year of favor from the Lord. Revival will come not through special services or programs, but by being the hands and feet of Jesus in our schools, workplaces, and carrying His presence with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shika Baba. It's a Swahili term for 'hold onto the Father.' How do we see, experience, feel, live revival? We shika baba. We hold onto the goodness of the Father and we don't let go. We aren't miffed by the devils schemes but we declare over ourselves our identity in Jesus. We have the mind of Christ. We are new. We are no longer depraved. We are carriers of the Spirit, and we're leaking Him onto those around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-298862223617893826?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/298862223617893826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/shika-baba.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/298862223617893826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/298862223617893826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/shika-baba.html' title='Shika Baba'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-468310104105095453</id><published>2010-06-08T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:10:48.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Piercing Joy or Pruning</title><content type='html'>How I spent my quiet time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh piercing joy you never come too late, &lt;br /&gt;Rip through my stomach like shards of clay. &lt;br /&gt;Broken and smashed against solid ground,&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed anointing oil shows the smile You've found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord Your iron is sharp,&lt;br /&gt;It cuts through my flesh like a rippling barb.&lt;br /&gt;Each cut inches closer to the Christ in me, &lt;br /&gt;Affliction upon affliction, electric until screams and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh piercing joy You never come too late,&lt;br /&gt;Cascade through my chest like light in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Cooling sensations streaming down skin,&lt;br /&gt;Chills the aches and the pains, inches till dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds of love just striving to blast,&lt;br /&gt;Uncovered rubble and piled up ash.&lt;br /&gt;I'm half the man I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;I'm my Father's half and He's set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditations on John 15:1-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pruning can be rough and painful, but it's for our joy and His glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-468310104105095453?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/468310104105095453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-piercing-joy-or-pruning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/468310104105095453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/468310104105095453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-piercing-joy-or-pruning.html' title='Oh Piercing Joy or Pruning'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-8347143506478226142</id><published>2010-06-06T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:18:54.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Approach &amp; God's Love In It</title><content type='html'>The transfer of anxiety to excitement is in the reason for the approach. A future glory in comparison to present gain is worth an eternity. What one sees as dutiful the other sees as freedom. What one calls stress and fear of sharing, the other calls peace from within. Jesus' mandate "Go and make" is the approach. "Come and I will give you rest" is something you find in the approach. The fullness of the Holy Spirit is being received with each step toward the receiver. We have never been more filled up than prior to the impartation of the Spirit into one's heart as an initiator. We are filled in worship and other acts that display our love for God, but at the moment of reproduction we are fully immersed in the Spirit beyond any comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing Jesus is falling in love. It's this natural happening that takes place when the Holy Spirit connects the words, demeanor, presence of one person to the heart and soul of another. Just like love, this encounter can take many forms: tears, laughter, racing heartbeat, slight confusion, being unsettled with excitement, peace, joy, but it all happens with a smitten heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varying loves can take varying periods to get over. From a few years to a lifetime. But the transcendence of God's love to the heart of man ecplipses both hearts in such a way that mountains melt into liquid for a display of splendor nowhere equal to the love that God has for the recieved one. This love transcends time. There has never been a creation that is so inescapable. There has never been a song, or a poem, or a book, or an experience that has fully explained it. Jesus' act of love surpasses His written Word. It floods our greatest emotions. Outperforms our greatest acts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-8347143506478226142?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/8347143506478226142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/approach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/8347143506478226142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/8347143506478226142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/approach.html' title='The Approach &amp; God&apos;s Love In It'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-2261831846718419786</id><published>2010-06-02T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:25:34.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon Season</title><content type='html'>Hello friends and family! So sorry I'm just now posting, but our internet has been down for the last ten or so days. I'll make it extra long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's finally sunk in that this place is our home for a month and a half, and we've got the pace of life down pretty well. I love this city, and the rapport that the city and I have is "so nice*". The city is so adventurous and there's always something interesting happening and something fun to do. What my day usually looks like is waking up around 6:30 or 7, soaking** and spending time with Jesus, enjoying a wonderful breakfast by our good friend and landlord S, going to the gym and workout and share Jesus, hit up the city for a couple hours(maybe go to my favorite coffee shop soak more and share), lunch, intern team time in the afternoon, go out and bless the city in the late aternoon, dinner, more heaven on earth after dinner, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a basic outline of what we do. We sow and soak, sow and soak. We also get the blessing of being able to share and hangout with the short term teams (SST) from America, and helping them with the city as much as possible. Our priority in the School of Breakthrough is to get a breathrough to give a breakthrough. In other words everything that God is doing in each of our lives we pour and minister out in the city. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are seeing some incredible things in this city! People being healed, numerous salvations daily, peoples lives being changes, incredible words of knowledge that are right on! God is pouring Himself over this region in a powerful, powerful way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite stories thus far was when one of our SST members was sharing Jesus with a young man who was an atheist, they had a discussion about the Gospel and the man wasn't showing much interest. The team member got a word of knowledge about a cruise line. He then asked the man if he has ever wanted to own a cruise line, just a shot in the dark. The man then claimed that it was his dream to be a cruise line owner! After that the team member got to share about God's desire to bless him and have a relationship with him. And right there the young man accepted Jesus! Thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of many ridiculous, awesome salvation stories that we've seen and got to be a part of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Johnson said that "the pieces of our life build up to one moment, 'Well done good and faithful servant' and at that moment nothing else will matter." That statement has been something I've been chewing on for the last couple of days. What a blessing and honor it is to be ministering in South India, but even when I focus on what I'm doing and try to give to it fully, I know that there is so much more that God has for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days in my times with Jesus, He has told me that I am about to experience a season of life I've never experienced before. It was exciting and odd at the same time seeing as that I am halfway across the world living a life that I've never lived before. But that irony is the character of God. When you feel like you know Him and when you feel like your fully experiening Him, he turns around and says "But I have soo much more for you. You're only scratching the surface of the gifts, blessings, and intimacy we will share together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love each of you tremendously and I hope this has blessed you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "So nice" is a term we hear and say a lot here.&lt;br /&gt;** Soaking is when you practice experiencing the presence of God. No agenda. Just a place of peace and rest in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It's monsoon season here for those that love to get caught in the rain! Hosea 6:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-2261831846718419786?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/2261831846718419786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/seasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/2261831846718419786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/2261831846718419786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/06/seasons.html' title='Monsoon Season'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-4615722407165351684</id><published>2010-05-19T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:32:33.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus Far</title><content type='html'>So it's been over a week and I've finally got settled into the city. I love it so much. The people here are amazing, the food is incredible, the coffee shops are insane! Coffee, coffee, coffee! No but really, this is an incredible place to get to live for two months. You might have to have an adventurous spirit and be willing to get lost for a while, but it's all a part of the journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been blessed to have already encounter many amazing people and new friends, and through that see God move in salvation and healing. This is such a place of cultural pluralism and even religious syncretism that to come here with another idea can seem hopeless, but watching people react to the Gospel of love and to Jesus Christ the way that they have even in the short week we've been here has been an incredible encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, bright and early at 4 am, we get to greet our first team at the airport. The strides five of us have made in sharing the gospel has been incredible, but we get the opportunity to watch this team of twenty two boldly engage this city for Jesus, and I'm so excited to get to watch that and try to sow into what is reaped  through that with discipleship. This is the first of many teams and they are going to be a major refresher and joy to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, our team will continue building relationships throughout the city, and looking for what God is doing and playing a part in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own heart I'm finding a brand new since of freedom in the Lord. I think it's so easy to be on mission and see it as business. Meet people, share the Gospel. Meet people, share the Gospel. But there are so many parts that make the latter more effective. Such as waiting and the Lord and see where and how He wants to move. There is a language of the Holy Spirit and we need to get involved in following it. Also, if we wee to try to engage a city without doing so relationally we would severely hinder the work of the Lord. Take for example the work of the seventy two in Luke 10. Christ saw it more effective to initiate the message of the kingdom of heaven through  relationship rather than unfamiliarity. Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you family and friends and i'll talk to you very soon. Two days, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss beef,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll fill you in more on South India culturally next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-4615722407165351684?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/4615722407165351684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/india-thus-far.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4615722407165351684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4615722407165351684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/india-thus-far.html' title='Thus Far'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-6963029417535911710</id><published>2010-05-16T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:41:12.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New update within 24 hrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-6963029417535911710?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/6963029417535911710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-update-within-24-hrs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/6963029417535911710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/6963029417535911710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-update-within-24-hrs.html' title='New update within 24 hrs'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-4469549930453134548</id><published>2010-05-13T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:45:50.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival in South India!</title><content type='html'>Wow, so after a long, stressful trip here, our team finally made it! this is an incredible place that God has given us. We were met by our team leaders at the airport and spent the next two days getting to know them better and getting to know the city better. Last night we had dinner at the leader of the the Long term teams house with the rest of the team and it was an incredible time of fellowship, and they made this city halfway across the world feel like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already begun casting seeds and right now were just waiting for the floodgates to fall and see the fruit that God intends for us to experience. I love this place. And I want to be very direct in this statement, we should feel at home greater at no other place than the Kingdom of God. And right now this is home. And it will be for two months. So where our feet tread and our shadows are cast the Kingdom of God will be there in the form of His Spirit. I want you to know that God has placed me here for a reason, and from birth it has been God's plan to put me here for the summer of 2010 because he has a great work for me. Family I love you soo much and can't wait to share with you even more what God is doing in me and in the city. I miss you but the time is going to fly and i'll be home and with you before we know it. Friends, you are a blessing and i can't wait to impart to you what God has done through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much and talk to you soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-4469549930453134548?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/4469549930453134548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/arrival-in-south-india.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4469549930453134548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/4469549930453134548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/arrival-in-south-india.html' title='Arrival in South India!'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-7471663667572255807</id><published>2010-05-02T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:29:02.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Promises</title><content type='html'>This morning I had the great blessing of being able to share about my upcoming summer in India to my church family at First Baptist Duncan, OK. God has blessed me beyond belief by giving me two families that love me and share in the excitement about what He is doing. One in Duncan at First Baptist, the church I grew up in and was fostered in, and the other at Antioch in Norman where God has given me an unbelievable family to run with and see heaven on earth with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sharing with my congregation this morning in Duncan, casting the vision God has given me for my summer, I was immediately overcome with emotion. It was under that roof, as a thirteen and fourteen year old that God began casting His own vision for my life. One spent poured out to nations. It was there that that apostolic passion and yearning for revival began burning. And this summer I get to taste the promises He gave me years before. He is true in keeping His promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening and be blessed, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-7471663667572255807?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/7471663667572255807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/his-promises.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/7471663667572255807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/7471663667572255807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/05/his-promises.html' title='His Promises'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-3514981249996876285</id><published>2010-04-26T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:23:43.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the "Highs and Lows" of Highs</title><content type='html'>I am covered with the fingerprints of God. This year especially He has been molding me and stretching me, stripping me of strongholds I've dealt with for years. I can't think of a time in my life when the progressive work of God has been so vivid and distinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, in preparation for my trip there has been a big looming issue I have found. I have a huge lack of faith in the work of God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. When I was a kid, I loved going to camps. For great reasons too. It was a time when the forefront of my mind was focused on Jesus. The worship was incredible. The speaker was incredible. The fellowship with my youth ministry was incredible. So good. So whether it was at Falls Creek or Super Summer, or a weeklong mission trip, it was a time when God had me. It was also a time when a term i affectionately call the "camp high" takes place. It usually happens on Thursday night or Friday night of the week. Extended worship. A lot of tears and emotions. A lot of godly conviction. There's a move of the Holy Spirit. And it was almost as if we had to be in that special place for His Spirit to move in power like He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not trying to ground my expectations. Believe me, I DO NOT WANT TO BE REALISTIC. Realism is a wordly term. God is in the business of the impossible. Healing the impossible disease, saving the impossible sinner, convicting the impossible pharisee.I should live with these expectations every second of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why should my expectations be any higher in India than they are in Norman, OK? Why should His anointing happen there this summer and not here this morning? Why do we feel we have to be somewhere to see any life change? God has placed me in Norman, OK. God is going to move in me in Norman, OK. This summer God will place me in South India. God is going to move in me in India. Plane tickets are not essential for more anointing or life change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, heal my disbelief that you care about me so much that your fullness is obtainable anywhere, at anytime. Allow me to make a home in Your sanctification. And bring revival to these cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of Grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-3514981249996876285?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/3514981249996876285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/04/highs-and-lows-of-highs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/3514981249996876285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/3514981249996876285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/04/highs-and-lows-of-highs.html' title='the &quot;Highs and Lows&quot; of Highs'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-5711892407242547826</id><published>2010-04-22T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:13:16.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's Encounter</title><content type='html'>Wow. I wish I could better express how I feel towards tonight's worship and His blessing, but it's impossible. I don't know what's going to happen or what next year will look like or what kind of anointing will come over the summer for our ministry, but it's going to be huge. Is this what it looks when the "overcomers" begin to arise? His sons and daughters manifesting the Spirit to no limit? I believe the clouds are beginning to form, and that with every desperate cry for revival and the Father's blessing the cloud thickens until our desperation becomes so thick and so concentrated that the Father no longer withholds the rain. Why does God not send revival when He has the power to do so? When it is His Spirit that creates the revival? Because only the most desperate and unquenchable people get to drink from the hydrant. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be glad, O children of Zion, and rejoice in the Lord your God, for He has given the early rain for your vindication; he has poured down for you abundant rain, the early and the latter rain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joel 2:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no clue what it's going to look like when revival comes. I'm preparing for my expectations to be blown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word God gave me tonight in worship was "encounter continuity with Jesus". This means that as passionate as we are to worship Him in numbers, the fuel for more and more will come in times of deep intimacy with Him when we're alone. In song, in prayer and intercession, fasting, knowing Your character through Your Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most unquenchable worshiper is the most foolish and undignified of all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make me a fool, Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-5711892407242547826?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/5711892407242547826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonights-encounter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5711892407242547826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/5711892407242547826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonights-encounter.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Encounter'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033532290908799071.post-8529568304238518693</id><published>2010-04-21T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:12:13.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Days!</title><content type='html'>Well I have 18 days to go before hopping on a plane and jumping the pond on my way to South India for over two months. The preparation has been a little stressful, but God has been continually pouring Himself out on me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name for the blog, "the Telling", came out of Habakkuk 1:5: "Look at the nations and watch--and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as God promised in Joel 2:28, His Spirit is being poured out, and it will continue to be poured out. This blog is only a telling of the pouring out that we will see in India. I believe I can have all the expectations in the world, yet nothing can possibly prepare me for the goodness of the Lord I am about to witness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things to pray for in days ahead:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the lives we encounter while we're there, and salvation among them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the six short-term teams that will be coming through and preparation for their hearts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the long-term team in South India, and the faithful men, women, and children giving their lives       for that city and for revival in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the other interns, Heather, Kelsey, Kevin, and Terrance and more anointing in faith. It's faith that heals and sees God move, and we need more of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revival in South India&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. As I was typing my passport and visa arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033532290908799071-8529568304238518693?l=eveniftold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/feeds/8529568304238518693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/04/18-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/8529568304238518693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033532290908799071/posts/default/8529568304238518693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveniftold.blogspot.com/2010/04/18-days.html' title='18 Days!'/><author><name>Weston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06511596439349868344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbMQnT397Ow/S88iGs07FRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ldptO_rqwvU/S220/n501172070_4006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
