The anticipation of walking into the room. You hear the voices and the music rumbling through the doors and it gets clearer and brighter as you get closer. Entering from the back you can see the myriad of silhouettes gently shifting through the lights of white and blue. The music builds and I walk right up to the front after giving my hubby a hug. He likes to be on time. I like to stop and see how folks are doing. I don’t really care what time it is as long as I get in there eventually. The body is gathering.
I absolutely love Sundays. I love joining together in worship and declaring all of God’s promises and truths. I love the potential for people to come home. I don’t go up to the front to be watched and noticed. It’s an invitation to step out. It’s permission to move closer. It’s encouragement to respond in whatever way you need to because of how God is tugging at your heart. Maybe if that bouncy girl down front is comfortable enough to step out of the seats and be in the open altar area, then it’s not that big of a deal from me to take a couple steps forward and join in. There’s freedom in this place. It’s accepted to make a joyful noise. It’s wanted for you to open your mouth in praise. The Father is pursuing you, so pursue him!
And today, like many, my heart gets pulled to just pray for HOPE. To pray that you, whoever you are, wherever you are in that room, are moved to hope! That you would throw your guards down and risk your heart to the one that will catch it. That you would come home to the Father’s heart and be welcomed in and celebrated. To be bound up, restored, healed, forgiven, set free, accepted, wanted, and loved. To be released into dreams and destiny.
It all starts with trust and faith. He split the sea so I could walk right through it. Although death glares at me from either side, he lights my path and guides me forward in all of his wisdom, mercy and glory. He is absolutely a good, good Father and he continues to redeem me and renew me. Help my disbelief. Help me when I choose to be frustrated and focus on how big my mountains are.
He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.” ~Matthew 17:20
Lord, if you have told me to have faith, then help me. Move those mountains. Set the captive free. Move in my heart and transform my mind. Help me to show others your heart. Help me proceed my family in joy. Help me to be your voice and remind them of their identity, their destiny, and not get bogged down in lies and things that don’t ultimately matter. You have saved my life from so much. You have allowed me to go through so much and have carried me and refined me to see and know you more and truer and deeper.
Thank you for loving me. Thank you for never leaving me and being everything I will ever need. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of some incredible things. Let it never really matter what I’m doing, just that I’m being obedient, and that you’re bringing heaven here. Let’s take back ground today.