Yesterday was an incredibly blessed day.
From the moment I woke up, my eyes were burning & completely dry. I looked in the mirror and they were extra red and bloodshot. I was moving so slow and didn't even feel like speaking, I was so tired. While I did my hair I thought through the day, "Get everything for Pure Rebellion before I head to work. Oh! I need to put gas in my car before work. Man, I'm going to be late. One more day, just one more day of Spring break for the kids. It's 'crazy hair day' today! Well at least that's fun. Yes! Pizza & a movie with the kids... maybe I can take a nap during the movie. I should ask my supervisor if I can leave early... I could go home & nap before the evening. I'm going to miss prayer at church! It's going to be such a long day..."
And on and on my day went.
Later I realized I forgot a few things at home so my schedule was shifted from what I had planned... I wanted a swift day. But alas, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
Once I got through rush hour I got to church. Ready for the big night! Not really.
I was SO tired... the tiredness that makes you want to collapse, lay on the floor motionless and just let the tears seep out while your body aches.
After seeing my precious Pure Rebellion family and my [biological] sister (praise the Lord she came!), I needed some alone time with the Lord. "Where can I just be alone with You Lord?" The entire church was packed for the event... it seemed impossible. I went to the bathroom and locked myself in the largest stall wanting to curl up on the floor (which I didn't because that would be kind of icky). Instead I faced the wall just speaking to the Lord under my breath. No one was there. I cried and knew that tonight was His night. I walked out of the bathroom wiping my tears, yet I wanted more. More of Jesus. My thirst was still there. My body was weak. My soul was weary. The Lord said, "The prayer room."
Duh! I praised the Lord for that room because it's newly built. I hastened to the room and closed the door. Chairs in a circle, a map of the world majestically hung on the wall, corner tables with Bibles, and empty :) I knelt on the floor and spoke with my Father.
I sang a song to Him.
The event was already underway and I prayed for lost souls, for a redeeming work, for coworkers, friends, family, my weariness.
I stood, still weeping, and I just couldn't do anything else but raise my hands. The Spirit gave me His words to utter while I felt burning inside me and the tears fell.
"For the glory of Your name Lord!"
Afterwards, I sat down on a chair looking at the map of the world and the Lord told me, "That's Mine."
Everything is His. All of it. All of the lands, the people, the universe.
"For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea." Habakkuk 2:14 (NKJV)
I took His Word into my hands and shifted through the pages till I got to Psalms. "Give me a song for You Lord," I said. I sat on the carpet in a corner.
He led me to Psalms 42:8, which I've been clinging on for the past 3 weeks, "Each day the Lord pours His unfailing love upon me, and through each night I sing His songs, praying to God who gives me life." (NLT)
I went to verse one of chapter 42 and smiled. "As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God... Why are you cast down O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, the help of my countenance and my God."
I sang a song to Him once more and praised His holy name.
The night breezed by. It was the most blessed, swift, un-burdensomed night I have ever experienced. In all of my weakness, my body felt renewed, my soul strengthened. I didn't even feel nervous being on stage. The sweet smell of redemption filled that place and surfaced to the Lord. The front was filled up when the altar call was made, so much so that the walkways were backed up. A sea of faces before the Lord! The young and the old gathered, kneeling, crying out, thirsty... for the living God. Voices raised singing out His praises and even with one voice shouting a war cry that made the enemy's knees give out.
"For He says: 'In an acceptable time I have heard you, and in the day of salvation I have helped you.' Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation." 2 Corinthians 6:2 (NKJV)
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