Over the past few months, I've had the opportunity to influence the lives of 12 young ladies. Coaching girls basketball has never been something that I have planned, dreamed or even intended on pursuing. There is a stark difference in the athletic performance of girls from boys. Boys feel good about themselves when they play well, Girls must feel good about themselves and they will play well. With these 12, much of what I do is instilling value and confidence in each one of them, and when inward poise and assurance is exposed, it spreads as wildfire, infecting each one. They come together unified and few have been able to stand in their way.
One could create a library on the number of books diagnosing the church and believers as to what plagues the community; what is the easy fix, who has the solution? There seems to be countless road maps, programs, and blueprints for success in the commune of worship. We are accomplished theorists of how the Spirit should move, what will provoke the Father to pour himself as he has done throughout history. Nevertheless, our formulas are constructed in reverse, planting the branches to grow trees, where we should be setting seeds for roots to mature.
" an hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth"
Bitterness is born when we create platforms to talk of Him, but refuse to allow Him to speak of us. I have spoken through countless hours of the things He has done, should do, and would do if everyone else would come into better alignment with His agenda. I can recall numerous conversations centered around "the problem is..."; unrealized to the truth that the problem is forgetting to let Him search me. It's truth that brings freedom, it's truth that brings healing, it's truth that releases the hope of glory to be the reality of destiny. The movement of the Spirit in the community starts from within, in opening the door of truth that shapes me into His mold.
Creating a culture, changing an atmosphere, influencing the broken, hurting, lost, and complete does not start with others. It does not start with programs, music, books, or studies. It starts in me. It starts with my intimacy; when I exist in the Spirit and His truth forces an unlimited identity, and when this inward poise and assurance is exposed, it spreads as wildfire, infecting each one. When few come together unified, none will stand in their way.
Revival is my responsibility.
From within.
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(since you reminded me, in different words, that i don't have to try & rummage for words in a quick moment.... ) i start here:
"we are accomplished theorists of how the Spirit should move"
and we have decided for Him too many times how He WILL move. we have taken away the spontaneity, the adventure, the romance and bid Him come. and though He is faithful to come, to move, to speak – we are blind to it…to Him. How He longs to show us Himself - to heal us, to liberate us, to romance us!
…to relinquish control is to enter the adventure again…
I don’t know, Andrew. I mean, I understand what you wrote, but a piece of what you said took me here… how I miss sleeping under the moon on a park bench enveloped in His presence, how I have missed the romance & adventure.
It does start with me. in my innocence, I have lost the romance & in desperation, I can start anew.
"words cannot express the power of intimacy & words cannot describe the power of co-dependency."
This is waaaay to much to say on here…..I should be sleeping & I should not try and write when I am sick……such a mess.
I will probably want to delete this in the morning. Feel free to do it for me.;)
Mm – for real this time, good night.
I know who "anonymous" is!! At least I think I do.....
There is something about confidence in our identity that gives us the wings we need to fly. That being said, within our confidence in true identity is a Spirit of Truth. Without that, we can not fly, nor soar, but only fall broken to the ground, confused at our inability to do something we were never able to do on our own in the first place.
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