The revival at Asbury has been at the forefront of my mind these last few days. With such recent memories, my mind's eye can see the happenings in a way that makes them far more real than they could have been otherwise. When I close my eyes, my senses snap back to that place, and I am there again.
These last few days have been a journey of coming to know that the revival I have spoken prayers for in recent years is not the one happening across the country... Though I thought I was praying for something to happen in general, quiet time spent in reflection this afternoon has shown me that God has a far more specific plan than I could have ever dreamed.
Just as I couldn't have foreseen the impact of my time at the Abbey a few weeks ago, leaning into the hope of experiencing God's presence in my recliner, in a quiet house, on an ordinary Saturday was not where I thought he would make himself known. I wanted to drive to the revival, to feel the wind that people are speaking of, to see the crowd, and know that God was there.
Instead, a still, small voice beckoned me into a private knowledge of the same. I spent time with God in a very tangible way today. My heart knew the same presence that I encountered at the Abbey, and nothing pressing was pulling me away this time. So, I stayed. I read and prayed. I wept and sat quietly. I believed that God could meet me here... and he did.
Learning to lean in is hard work. Trusting that he is in both the silence and the sound is a process...
but God showed up, and I am changed.
What a day...
I love you, friends!
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Beautiful! I have been meditating on these three enduring treasures as well, Faith, Hope, and Love!
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