Done - Tagged - Filled

I'm done.

Done with this basking, waiting, resting thing.

"God has two games that He really loves to play. The first is hide-and-go-seek. The second is tag. But He does it like this "TAG! You're it. Now go into the world."" (Pastor Landon)

I'm filled.

The amount of love, hope, joy, faith, passion, strength and power that was poured into me last night is way beyond the capacity of my heart and mind.

Which is why I'm done.

I can't sit here in silence and peace anymore.

I can't sit here and think back on the night and all that happened and thank God once again that it happened... And then sit here alone.

Even though it feels good. It even feels almost right. Doesn't it?
But then it would be simply an experience.

Seeking... And seeking... And He tagged me. He tagged US. Didn't He?

"TAG."

And the power that was transferred into me with that tag caused me to lose my balance and stagger backwards for a second. But they caught me, the leaders and pastors caught me. They took my arm and held me up when I couldn't hold myself and the weight of what I was being filled with at the same time. They held me while I lost myself and became something different.
They held me until I could sit and absorb it all.

I'm 'it'.

God plays tag differently than preschoolers do.

When He tags you, He doesn't run away to avoid being tagged back... Because the point of THIS game of tag isn't to tag Him back... But go run into the world.

"If I'm smeared in peanut butter and I give you a hug... What gets on you? Peanut butter."

I'm anointed in the Spirit. What happens to you when I come into contact with you?

So if it was really an encounter and I'm really transformed...

Then I need to be done sitting still.

I can't be transformed and keep it in my own heart.

I've been tagged. No one likes playing tag with someone who stops running when they get tagged.

I'm restless.

I'm it.