Do you know how loved you truly are? How deeply, unconditionally, and endlessly loved you are? How important you are in this world? How much you truly matter? How deeply your presence in this world is affecting history? Don’t you see it? How amazingly special and valuable you are?
There are times when we have to choose whether it is truly God we want, or if we want all of the blessings that come with knowing God. What are we after? Is it power in whatever we’re pursuing? Or is it God’s deep and unending presence? I’d like to propose that having power without God’s presence is having nothing at all, is having complete emptiness and destitution.
As those who read this blog regularly know, I recently made a huge move and life change from New York City, one of the major metropolitan areas of the world, to a small town in Northern California, predominantly known for a mega-church. I am still not sure how I knew for certain that I should move here, and quite honestly, I do not think I knew definitively at all.
During one’s journey with God, there are times when one receives insight from God regarding one’s life purpose or destiny. These insights may come from God directly, from God through others, visions, dreams, coincidences, passions of one’s heart, and various other methods.
Receiving such words from God is of course exciting and encouraging, knowing you are so loved by God and that he has big plans for you. Once receiving such words, though, it is common to wonder just how these seemingly lofty and perhaps intimidating goals are achieved. Continue reading Seeking God First, All Else Follows
God—you’re my God! I can’t get enough of you! I’ve worked up such hunger and thirst for God, traveling across dry and weary deserts. So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open, drinking in your strength and glory. In your generous love I am really living at last! My lips brim praises like fountains. I bless you every time I take a breath; my arms wave like banners of praise to you (Psalms 63:1-4).
All settled into my new life in Northern California, attending a major mega-church focused on revival and creating true disciples of Christ, I am experiencing both brilliant growth and incredible pruning.
I’m not usually political. In fact, I like to compare myself to Switzerland, choosing to either take a neutral stance or remain silent. However, at this time, I know it is more important than ever to to love one another, to honor one another, including those with different views. The new president has been chosen by the people, and that president is Trump. We may not all agree with this decision, some of us may be outright angry, however, I urge us, as a body, to stand together and choose to love one another.
It’s finally happening. After seven wonderful years in New York City, I’m moving on out! Not only am I moving, but I’m moving in 24 days! Twenty. Four. Days. 24 days left in a city that has in part molded me into who I am today. This means that I have to make sure I fit in as many quintessential NY activities as I can before I say “see you later”.
I’ve lived on the East Coast forever. My biggest move thus far was moving fifteen minutes away from my hometown to move to New York City. It was an amazing move and it has lasted seven years. Seven wonderful, action-packed years. Thus, it is particularly strange for me to decide to move cross-country, without a job in place, to be able to attend a church. Yes, that’s right. I want to move from New York to a small town in Northern California for a church. I don’t have a job in place. There are barely any jobs there. I don’t know what the details will look like. But I’m going on the faith I have in God’s guidance.
My friend runs over to me during worship and says, “I just want you to know he loves you and is mending your heart.” I, slightly confused and unaware replied, “Who’s he?” Not a second later, I followed the statement up by saying, “…Jesus?” My friend nodded, looking as if it was the most obvious declaration ever stated. In that moment, I turned back around to face the worship band, and started uncontrollably crying. “Me?” “You know me, Jesus?” “Not only do you know me, but you love me?”