Cuz of God

Chile, I drove by a bridal shop the other day, saw the dresses in the front window and did one of these:

Reason being? Yes, my wedding day was wonderful and blissful, but that's passed, now a milestone, and Kwesi and I, almost 13 years later, are on to things down the timeline in life. What I'm saying is we've progressed in seasons, and my appetite feasts upon being in whatever moment God has me. July 8th, 2006 was an altar experience that I won't forget, but even as I watch the video of it from time to time as a reminder of what we founded our marriage on, we're at deeper levels of life together now. You get me?

ANOTHER LESSON AT THE CHIROPRACTOR

It's like when I was at the chiropractor on the rolling table yesterday. One of the office attendants was speaking to a patient nearby, telling him of how she's gone back to school to become a PA. The patient showed excitement at the news and wished her luck in her endeavors. At that I thought to myself that his wish of luck was a nice gesture, but it lacked ... a certain power ... a type of support that could really do some damage to any forces that would try to hinder her PA pursuits. I thought about how intercession is a much more worthwhile and qualifying resource to use to encourage and even cover others without saying any well wishes to them at all sometimes.

From my perspective as a believer, his good luck offering lacked the type of fervor that intercession for another carries. And this young man, I'm sure, was doing what he knew -- saying what he knew to say -- to encourage the next person, but it was like he had nothing else in his arsenal with which to boost her (if this makes sense). Not that, if he were a believer, he needed to drop everything, fall to his knees (pulling her to the floor with him) and go into some forced, deep, religiously strange ceremony to show her his support. All I'm saying is that in the moment, especially where I find myself concerning prayer and intercession, I just thought, "Man! There's a much more potent way to push her in her PA endeavor."

CHILE -- THAT FAST

Just after the conclusion of a 40-day fast with my church, I find myself, by habit, still looking forward to the 4 a.m. prayer conference call, which we started having halfway through the fast but has now ended. I'm not confident I can articulate how surreal and heavenly those early morning prayer calls were. They facilitated enriching, empowering experiences, each morning, that felt like prophetic dreamlands ... phone calls of connectivity with like-minded people who were just as desperate as I was (and still am) for proper movement toward God.

As Dr. Myles Munroe said in a sermon on fasting, one's almost afraid to break a fast during which he's properly sought God because he doesn't want to return to the old spiritual space he left. However, I'm thankful to God for moving me closer to Him during the fast. Shoot yeah! I was hungry and frustrated sometimes when I couldn't eat (especially while having small children who still required food in the midst of my fast), but it's even changed my after-fast eating habits. I find myself choosing more wisely regarding what I put in my mouth and how much of it I consume.

FOLKS NEED WHAT WE HAVE

And boy oh boy, the prophetic downloading (thanks, Pastor Lawrence) that God did before, during, and is continuing to do after the fast has been ... BONKERS! My thirst for more of His voice, more of His messages, more of His information-sharing runs on and is greater. What's happened is that those of us who plugged into this time of consecration have heard God speak so much (and we believe He's telling the truth) that our heart postures and mindsets have become such that we walk about ready to be the encounters with Jesus that people need. We've been entrusted with too much understanding of who we are, how our Father sees us, and how desperately our spheres of influence need an encounter with Christ through us. (Gospel singer Jonathan McReynolds tells us we're CHRIST REPRESENTERS).

GODSPEED

So, I started this post with an eye roll at a symbol of the sweet, God-centered, and surreal experience I established with the man of my life almost 13 years ago only as an expression of understanding that God moves His people through life in seasons. Where I was (spiritually) years, even months, ago is not where you find me today. And it's not that I rush through life to get to the next spiritual altitude, but it's that Godspeed is the believer's call to a readiness of self-abandonment for His pace. What He tells me to let go of, I want to let go of without whining. What He tells me about myself, I NEED to and WILL believe. And when He tells me to pray or intercede a certain way, I NEED to do just that (more about this coming in a future post).

I cannot go back to the way things were (and they weren't bad at all). I've just gotta' go with God. That's all. And that's enough.

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