Sometimes I will get this excited feeling and I don't know why. I usually will stop and think about what is going on and usually it is nothing special, but I feel my spirit jumping inside. I always get a good feeling when this happens, anticipating the unknown.
We have no idea what God has in store for us. But I know that the Holy Spirit that lives inside of me knows. And He wants to give away the secret, but can't. We have to wait.
Robbie, Jennifer, and I often ramble off all the things that we feel God wants us to do. But then like Robbie mentioned in her post below, we will fall into a pit. Satan is scared of what will happen if we fulfill all that God has for us. So he will bring up things from our past, or tell us lies that will hurt our feelings, make us mad. etc. And this will buy Satan time and maybe even souls. Like I always tell my kids, "How hard can it be? We have been over this and over this. You should know the answer by now.". But unfortunately we don't. We are like weeble woobles, but we are the ones that fall down.
Robbie mentioned earlier to me that we all have a purpose in this life. I personally do not want to miss it. I sometimes think that maybe I am more comfortable in the pit. I'm sometimes safe in the pit. I have salsa and chips in this pit. Not really funny, but Robbie and Jennifer know that I love salsa. I know Jesus as my personal Savior and my name is written in the Lambs Book of Life. Wow, that sounds so great. But in the pit I am not ministering to anyone. I once heard (Greg Lorie I think said this) "salvation is free it will cost you nothing. Following Jesus will cost you everything.".
So once again I'm going to say put on your armor and get out there. God will never leave us nor forsake us. It is the little things that please Him.
One little story. Robbie, Jennifer, and I are critical care nurses. Jennifer and I work at night. Last night I took care of this lady that had been neglected and was in bad shape. I knew that she had very little time left. I don't even know if she understood what I said as I gave her a bath, but I felt the need to ask her if she knew Jesus. She was on the ventilator and could not respond. I wish I would have told her that Jesus loves her and for her to pour out herself to Him. Hopefully I will get that chance. But anyway I coaxed another nurse in the room to help me with her hair. It was a mess. I told this nurse that today may be her last day on this earth, and I wanted her to look good. I also mentioned to this nurse, who loves Jesus, that one day this patient will come up to her in heaven and thank her for taking the extra time to fix her hair. The nurse, who really did not want to help, started to take extra time and effort.
Just one day at a time, one moment at a time, lets make a difference for Jesus.