05/06/2024
Today during worship I became overwhelmed. Overwhelmed not only with the presence of God, but in the recognition of every good blessing coming from Him. I stood there holding my 4 month old grandson, Levi. His arms and legs stretching back and forth in a rhythmic motion with every beat of the drum. He watched as the children danced before the Lord waving flags of freedom. He did this through the entirety of worship, never tiring of it. When I tell you he was worshiping, I believe that with my heart. Since he was born I have seen a light in him. I knew he would love to worship just like his Gigi does. (that’s me 😊 ). I envisioned him up there dancing in a few years and realized the blessing it is to have a place to worship in freedom and raise my grandchild to understand “This” is normal. I pray he never knows the bo***ge of religion that makes him feel shame or rejection. I pray he never feels obligated but always invited into the presence of Yaweh. I pray he walks in freedom and leads others there. I pray we can teach him the love of the Father.
I thought of my grandma Gibbs. When I was little I went to church with her a lot. I think of her so often when I think of Gods grace on my life and where He has brought me to. I think of the old song that says, “thank you, for giving to the Lord, I am a life, that was changed”. I wish she could know that her sacrifice is still changing generations. Her great-great grandson worshipped the Lord today at only 4 months old. I wish I could tell her that her grandson is about to take his first mission trip to fulfill part of the call God has on his life. I wish she could see Cheyenne, seeing with spiritual eyes and using her authority to pray over her family.
I am seeing the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. I am witnessing change in my generations. And I know God isn’t done. But, I just wanted to stop for a minute today and take it all in.
And I tell you this, to encourage you. Keep believing, keep pushing, don’t give up. Things did not always look this way for my family. There was a time my daughter was lost in addiction, my son was sinking in depression, Levi was only a prayer for a rainbow baby after a devastating miscarriage. I wish I had time for the whole story.
I am still facing giants. I am still looking at mountains that would appear impossible. But I don’t look at them the same anymore.
Zechariah 4:6-10
Then, he said to me,”This is the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel:Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the Lord of hosts. Who are you O great mountain? Before Zarubbabel you shall become a plain. And He shall bring forth the top stone amid shouts of “Grace, grace to it!”Then the word of the Lord came to me saying, “ The hands of Zarubbabel have laid the foundation of this house; his hands shall also complete it. Then you will know that the Lord of hosts has sent me to you. For whoever has despised the day of small things shall rejoice, and shall see the plumb line in the hand of Zerubbabel. “These seven are the eyes of the Lord, which range through the whole earth.”