The Journey Weird.
That pretty much sums it up. An explanation, I’m not sure I can give.
I will wait. I will cry out to the One in whom I trust. And, I will trust Him. My hope is in Him.
It’s an assortment of life’s happenings, really. There is the madness of our world. I am simply struggling to process the heaviness. Taken into a sanctuary of silence, I’ve entered uncharted territory. I’m a vocal. But this feels… different.
I am awakened in the night. This is new for me… within the last year or so. Urgency to pray consumes me. I don’t have answers… I don’t even have words, but I know Who does.
I am overwhelmed at His voice. Audibly? No. And yet, strong. Powerful. Beautiful.
And then I am reminded of this among His words:
“And when they had prayed, the place in which they were assembled was shaken; and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and they continued to speak the Word of God with freedom and boldness and courage.” Acts 4:31 (Amplified)
I sense the silence nearing an end. When, I cannot say. But soon, I believe. And when it ends, may this scripture be my prayer.
May His Spirit fill me with a courage, a boldness, a freedom that I’ve sidelined during recent months on this journey. May He empower me. Shake me to my very core to speak out, to GO . . . DO . . . BE . . . exactly who He has called.
I’ve always been willing, but recent events have paused me. It could be the enemy working a little overtime, knowing that I have been hearing from God. Or it could be me…. fearful of what I’m hearing God speak into me. A combination of both? Most likely.
But today, I’m waving my white flag. I want to be shaken.
Shake me, Lord! Awaken the sleeper within me! I want to slumber no more!
Linking up with Suzie Eller’s #livefreeThursday. A beautiful community of brave women sharing their #shaken stories today.