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
