The Worship Parade

It was so beautiful. I was blessed to worship alongside friends that go way back to elementary school, it was so rad. We were at church lined up in our row, and all of a sudden I was experiencing it someplace else. I had this vision, wherein all of us were standing, as we were lined there in our sanctuary only we were lined up for a parade. Not the sort of city parade where you have lots of different event going by. It was more like a Disney Land parade where you have one show, the main event to see. JESUS was the event, He was the reason we gathered along the gold paved street. He was walking by and it was such a celebration! We each took turns going up to Him, some of us kissing His feet, some of us bringing Him our troubles and fears. They are gifts. Some handing over bitterness and resentment toward someone. Whatever it is that we bring Him, our brokenness our failures- He receives it all with great joy and gives each of us a big hug and a kiss atop our heads before we return to the line and rejoin the celebration.

Empty Handed, Full Hearted

I{m not quite sure i can fully identify with Abraham.. taking his SON to be a sacrifice. What a HARD and difficult journey that must have been up the mountain.

I take a look at the petty things that i had held onto so tightly. When God asks for them my face flushes, my palms sweat, my kneews shake... but I carry it (sometimes slowly) to the alter.

Each time the alter looks different... sometimes a fire, sometimes a grave i{ve had to dig myself, but last night it was a person...

Seeing his face and hearing his astonished and almost unbelief filled ¨GOD IS STARTING TO ANSWER MY PRAYERS¨ makes the sacrifice and walking away empty handed so worth it.

I walk away empty handed, but will a heart that is filled.

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