I’ve never worshipped so loudly before here. The cabin we’ve made into a temple to our Holy One is packed to capacity with 200 future racers, alumni, staff and trainers, all sweaty but all dancng.
I’ve never danced before the LORD before. The again, I’m starting to realize that there are a lot of things I didnt do before here.
For inssance, I never stood on a chair for and screamed truth declarations over myself before here: thart Im loveable. And I never imagined myself in a room withropes attaching my heart to those of three other people. Ropes that needed cutting. Ropes that Jesus cut.
I never had someone prophesy over me, in English and in tongues no less. I never had someone lay his hand on my heaad on my head and beg the LORD for my deliverence before, beg for me with such urgency and conviction that I knew the LORD had to be hearing him. Because who could ignore that the LORD was listening and healing and forgiving.
I didn’t know I was afraid that God cidn’t actually love me like He says He does, until I found myself begging Him to show me. Until the next word of the song was
Beloved.
And I’d never sung my own song out against the crowd before today, never only found the words to cry out “Beloved God. BELOVED GOD!”
I never knew how much joy there could be in freely worshipping- dancing like nobody is watching and realizing later that nobody was.
I didn’t know how loudly the LORD sings over us… How His love could be apparent in the team He crafted with me in mind… How I would begin to see the chains on my hearts for what they are… How hard I would have to fight to believe in wh He says about me… How much love I could already feel for these five other people in my teAm…for the others in my squad.
I didn’t know before.
I thought I knew about everything before Training Camp.
But I didnt know a thing.
Glory to God for the not knowing. Glory to God for the breaking. GLORY TO GOD FOR MY TEAM!
GLORY TO GOD.
