...The prayer begins.
They are personal, intimate, vulnerable prayers erupting from beauty and brokenness. Only the beauty isn’t found in the brokenness but in the One who is doing the mending. One by one every hope, every request, every offering is lifted into the dwelling place of God.
Oh, how I feel God hovering in this place.
A soft spoken “amen” closes the session. Wetness fills every eye in the room. The most unguarded prayers offered by the most guarded of hearts. These twisted and tangled lives suddenly start to straighten. The mountain they must climb is so very steep. But praise God they don’t have to climb it alone.
As I turn to leave, one woman literally collapses from the weight of her sin. Sin that ushers her into a dark place only the light of Jesus can penetrate. Others wipe away floods of emotion that have dried along the edges of their cheeks. Some crack a simple smile as God’s perfect plan crystallizes into a focus they’ve never known.
I walk to my car feeling new somehow. Remembering how it felt when God paused for me. How he brought me to himself, held me close, and introduced me to a love-relationship that radically changed my life.
Overwhelmed by grace and emotionally exhausted from a string of beautiful prayers, I climb into my car with empty hands.
No study guide.
I left them for those who hung on every word, just as God instructed.
But even though my hands are empty, my heart is so very full.
God, I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next. Are you living in expectation and anticipation of seeing God right now?
I hope today finds you in absolute awe of God and the blessings he continually showers over you.