Sending

Friday morning started early.  My roommate, Jackie, was busy doing some final prepping, packing, and problem solving for her "move out" and mission trip.  After all her bags were in the car- we worshipped.  Sweet tears rolled down faces as a season ended in our humble Kingdom minded home.  It was a familiar scene as Kelly and I layed hands on our friend and prayed for her and her upcoming African adventure.  It was a simple, yet holy moment.  I felt as if I was truly sending my heart to Africa with my sister.  This was a true moment of sending out.  There is a sweet role to be played as an intentional "sender".  Thank You, Jesus for this opportunity!

You Revive Me

It seems that shortly after I started this virtual memorial stone my faith was shaken. I allowed the pain of circumstance drive a wedge in my heart. It was easier to withdraw then press in. I let private pain silence my worship. I could feel the hardening of my heart. I could feel distrust creeping in. But what could I do? I felt helpless.  I felt hopeless.

So I went to Africa.

The light of the Lord exposed the unyielded pain, and the grace of God gave me the strength to surrender. In that moment of yielding, the peace of God came in like a flood. When I woke up the next morning this simple phrase was on my lips, "You revived me, Lord."

So on a mountain in Africa I worshipped in spirit and in truth. I prayed that the Lord would seal the work He had performed in my heart. And then I worshipped Him some more! Because He is so worthy. Because He is good. Because He is faithful. And I love Him.

You revive me. You revive me, Lord And all of my deserts are rivers of joy. -Christy Nockles