January 5, 2013
January 9, 2013
January 15, 2013
This is the third time I have sat down to write. So many
events over the last few days/weeks have been rushing through my mind, so many ways
God is at work and I am honored to be a small part in the story He is writing.
To start, I ended 2012 working for the first time in months at the Georgia
Dome, only to be the start of six days I would spend there. Once January 1 hit,
it was time for this little event called Passion Conference. You know, only
60,000 students showed up, no big deal. HA Honestly, the numbers were cool but
the greatest part is that God showed up. If He had shown up anymore He would
have had to descend through the clouds and land in the middle of the dome. God
was there and He was on the move. I was privileged to see the conference as a
Doorholder this year on the BEST team I could ever ask for…LUNCH TEAM! Yerp!
Going into the week, I was a bit discouraged because I was doubtful – honestly,
in a lot of things but mostly that I would have the opportunity to be used by
God. Those doubts were merely lies – see, God was on the move but Satan was
attacking. He was attacking thoughts, attacking people’s health, and numerous
other ways. I realized so quickly that when God is breaking hearts, Satan is on
the prowl looking for a hole to dig a grave in the life of God’s children.
Satan was scared, but the greatest part, is that there is nothing he could do
to stop it! God was wrecking lives for Him in the midst of the attack, proving
once again, that the lies of Satan are just that…lies! Satan tried to stop the
restoration but failed…royally failed!
For a moment, I believed the lie
that in the midst of the crowd, there were too many voices and I wasn’t in a
high enough position for my voice to be heard by my Jesus. I remember standing
in the back of section 102, singing “How He Loves” when I merely stopped. I
looked around me to the hands raised, voices shouting praise to the Heavens, and
hearts in tune to God’s unending love. In that split second a faint voice crept
into my mind and whispered, “I hear you.” He hears me. He hears us. Our cries
don’t go unnoticed; our dreams aren’t thrown to the wayside. Those things deep
within us, our hopes, dreams, longings, are simply a reflection of the
heartbeat of our Creator. He not only hears them, He knows them, and He IS
them. I realized over the last year, that everything I desire is my innate need
for my Creator.
Needless to say, God was not only
in our midst at Passion 2013, He was elevated. His praises were shouted through
the covering of the dome as thousands joined with the angels to lift high our
God. As a Doorholder, I was able to see the countless hours of the
“behind-the-scenes” work that went on to pull off this conference. Every time
we thought we were encountering an obstacle, God had a way to solve it. I was
so honored to be a part of a team (both my lunch team and the team of
Doorholders as a whole) who not only waited for God but counted on God. Our
strength was insignificant to the work that God did for those four days! All we
could do is step back, and glorify His name – the only name worthy of our
praise! He did it. I am honored to say that He let me be a part of the story…and
this is only the beginning!
