Disregard the last post- ‘praying on the mic 2004’- I was trying to post a picture and it didn’t work.
Like I said yesterday ‘I exploded, I saw the light.’ My summer of darkness(not Demon Hunter or some Satanic cult) came to an end. My first memories upon stepping foot in KC was meeting the amazing people that I met.
The track(3 month intensive) began on September 4, 2004. I flew in with my beautiful mommy. My parents were strong proponents of me praying all night for three months. We got picked up at the airport from some Californian worship guy, he was extremely happy(maybe because they paid him).
I arrived at the Herrenhut clubhouse and the first people I met were Kyle, Emily and my roommate Ben, who became known as ‘dancing Ben’ or ‘shoeless Ben.’ Kyle had long hair and a beard and he told my mom she was an ‘Anna.’ The first veracious statement that Kyle made to me was: sing the word. I later found out the blessedness of what he was saying.
After talking with Kyle and meeting Benjamin I strutted my stuff, meaning, I flexed my chest muscles and smiled to much. I saw the famous Emily Russell sitting on the bench. She was shorter than everyone and was wearing flip flops(which knowing Emily she probably still owns). I was overly self confident, and especially because I was 18 talking to an older women. I immediately told my life story without giving her a chance to talk.
I later became friends with these people and many others. It is always funny to reminisce on your first impressions and interactions with others.
Fast forward to 12-2am. We were only in the PR for 2 hours our first night and it was in this time that the explosion happened. My thoughts began to increase at all the shameful things I had done in secret. I felt the presence so strong that from day one I convinced myself that I was apostate and on the road to Hell. Later I discovered that this was the fear of the Lord. And so it began, I need to really think about how I am living my life before God? that question was asked everyday.