Word of God Speak

Where do I even begin? This past weekend I part of the prayer team on an Unidos en Cristo weekend. This is not a new thing for me to do. I've been a part of this incredible ministry for almost 10 years now and if my count is right, this was my 12th weekend, including the the one where I was a "Weekender" back in 2008 and I've been a part of each of the support teams, including giving some of the talks of the weekend.

On my way home last night, I turned on the radio and MercyMe's song, "Word of God Speak" was playing. I nearly had to pull over my car because a wave of emotion came over me so strongly that all I could do was weep.  Here are the words:

I'm finding myself at a loss for words

And the funny thing is it's okay

The last thing I need is to be heard

But to hear what You would say

Word of God speak

Would you pour down like rain

Washing my eyes to see

Your majesty

To be still and know

That you're in this place

Please let me stay and rest

In your holiness

Word of God speak

I'm finding myself in the midst of You

Beyond the music, beyond the noise

All that I need is to be with You

And in the quiet hear Your voice

I'm finding myself at a loss for words

And the funny thing is it's okay

I'm finding myself at a loss for words

And the funny thing is it's okay

When the Holy Spirit fills a place, transforms the lives of people, and makes Himself known, you find yourself at a loss of words. Grace poured down like rain this weekend and filled the lives of everyone that was caught in the storm. Being part of the prayer team this weekend was especially powerful for me because I had a chance to rest in His holiness and hear His voice clearly. 

As I was driving home, trying to reflect on all that had happened and all the little things that had happened. God broke locks and froze trailer doors as a way to show who was in control. He cleared traffic and grocery lines so we could rain gifts of chocolate on a bunch of women who had been in a church for four days. He roosted over a church of women like a hen protecting her chicks from any harm and made His presence known by touching hearts and changing lives.  

That said, this weekend blew me away and still get teary-eyed when I think back on it. God spoke this weekend.In fact, He swept in and took charge and it was breathtaking.  I was given a holy refuge, was able to worship my Jesus and lift others to him in prayer. God made a brick and mortar church building his CHURCH, filled it with people that love Him, and gave us the ability to serve each other and show a bunch of beautiful ladies how much God loves them and that their lives have worth.  While my body is still exhausted, my soul is filled and refreshed.  What an opportunity, what an honor. God used me, little old me!

If you have interest in experiencing one of these weekends, just ask. It truly is a gift and I'd love to chat with you about it!