It was an amazing weekend, from all perspectives. What my eyes have seen, the beauty that God created, and the emotions I have felt...just contributed for this gratefulness feeling that fills me since Sunday when I came back to Cluj .
Had the chance to connect with so many people this weekend, and not to connect, but rather to re connect, cause I have not seem them in a while. Nice people.
But of course there was one, that was more special to me than any other. And I got some quality time with him. The story around this post is not a romantic story about two people, is rather a romantic story, between one girl and her Father.
I did not grew up in a normal family. I did not have the chance to grow up having a father near me, and being used to what does that mean, and how he can protect you and guard you from all dangers.
I was always with my mum, or since I was older I was mostly on my own. Until 10 years ago, when I got adopted. Yes, you can get adopted even when you are older.
And I was adopted by the greatest family ever. The family of Jesus Christ. And now I have a Heavenly Father that is up there looking and guarding my interest. But, as it seems from this weekend, I am not able to comprehend what He can do for His daughter. And I am surprised and field with emotions.
Because of different things that happened this week, or things that I thought happened, I just accumulated a lot of emotions in my stomach, emotions that I did not know how to process. And when I finally reached home, and I started to process them in prayer, I realized that I am so overwhelmed to the art of the possibility. It seems like there is something happening, and a blessing is very close to come. Or at least that is how I sensed it.
I was wrong before, not one time, but many more. However this time, is different. Not sure if different is good or bad, if the blessing will come or not, if it is a blessing or not....but something is different, and the experience is more spiritual than physical.
All of this is so new for me, so I am trying to grasp it. Nevertheless, I just felt like when I was praying these emotions where making room and coming up to the surface...and then tears appear. And these tears, where just not stopping, and they were not tears of sadness or joy, they were just tears of overwhelming, to the fact that my Father, who already did so much for me, is thinking or He is so personally involved in my life, and He wants to bless me in this way as well.
And that is...just too much for me. At least for now, this is how it feels, like I can not imagine, that my Father, God will add another blessing to my life that is already blessed by Him.
That humbles me, moves me so so deeply, and makes me just gaze and admire the Father that I have, and the Greatness that He has, in thinking and helping me in all these small things.
I trust Him that through all of this He is preparing a new season for me:





