It’s been a full day. Spent. I haven’t felt like this in a very long time. The kind of exhaustion that happens to a body when you allow the Holy Spirit to fully be used through you for God’s glory. You give all you have to give till there’s nothing left to give.
It started out just me and God. I woke up and headed to the church to work on this youth mural I’ve been helping with since November…it’ll get done. For a couple of solo hours I was able to talk with Daddy and listen to His heart for this youth group. I was able to take joy in how He created me and the things He’s allowed me to do to further His Kingdom. It was a pretty chill morning just hanging out with the One who loves me just for me. After some busy and distracting days lately I needed some of that personal time.
Afterwards I waited for some friends to head downtown into Atlanta. See, after reading my Racing buddy’s blog the other day I was fueled again with a passion to pray! I invited some people to head into the city and simply walk the streets in prayer…see what happens as we seek God’s heart for Atlanta.
Miracles started when the storms of the morning let up and brought us sunshine for the afternoon. As we stepped off the MARTA and got into downtown God began leading my prayers. It started with a simple pray that God may unite and activate the churches to love the city they are in. We walked on and as I learned from the Race I was listening to my bladder. I had to go pee. Dena led us to a street she was familiar with that had a gay bar she knew of. In the mid-afternoon the bar/restaurant only had a few customers. They let us in free of charge to use the bathrooms. Great. Dena wanted to stay.
After a few short hours we left. After I felt a deep desire to call Kingdom over this place. God’s hope for the nations, God’s will for His kids – that He may be glorified and honored in who we are. He wanted that for this place and I could feel that down to my jumping feet as I shared this with my friends walking back. We left after Dena was talking with us so loudly that simultaneously she was sharing her testimony with every person within ear shot. God loves the poor, the gay, the homeless, the trafficked, the workers, and the churched in Atlanta. Getting off of our couches and being in that bar just for one afternoon was A-mazing. I think it’s one of the places Jesus would hang out.
After Atlanta we all went straight to our 20-somethings life-group that evening. What was planned was a continued study of the ten commandments. What happened was Church. We began calling out to God in worship and praise. I was beginning to get tired after an already spiritually loaded day but I couldn’t get off this ride yet. I’d had solitude, a few hours of intercession, and now I got to minister to the Body of Christ. There was a new guy, a high schooler, named George. As we sang he shared a bit of his recent life story of how he came back to God. REDEMPTION was the word God gave me for him. That began the next hour and a half of prayer over him with words of life and truth and prophecy. I smiled when God told me to tell him that he was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. (I love prophecy…1 CORINTHIANS 14:1-3) In a way he is: Human with a ninja mix of the Holy Spirit. God was telling him that he’s getting the gifts and weapons to fight the spiritual battles in this life. He’s a fighter! More and more love and truth was spoken ever this young man’s life. He affirmed to me that the Ninja Turtles thing hit right at home with him…he’s got season four on DVD. God calls to us exactly where we are!!!
