Sometimes in Nepal you find yourself in the basement of a four story apartment type building in worship with your 44 other squad mates.
Sometimes acoustic worship ushers in Holy Spirit when hearts are burning with hunger.
Sometimes the electricity goes out and you get to praise Papa in the pitch dark and experience His love in a new way.
…and sometimes you get knocked out in a fire tunnel with your squad and have the privilege of seeing some of your family experience the over powering love of Papa for the first time in their lives.
We gathered as a squad last night expecting to worship together and expecting to love on each other through Papas heart…for me I didn’t want to do things the way that I normally do. Papas been asking me to step out in new ways with him lately…specifically in what worship sounds and looks like and really become like a child.
…A child just knows that Daddy is in the room and they will do anything to be around him, they want his love and they want to give love and they don’t think about what they look like and I want more of that.
I don’t want to worry about looking like a fool or looking silly but just have the freedom to go after Papa because He’s in the room.
Last night was just so beautiful for me because as worship began I started from a posture (physically) of laying myself out and just allowing His love and peace to wash over me with nothing of my own doing but just being willing and cultivating that in my heart and spirit. When the lights went out it was just a beautiful invitation to that one-on-one intimacy …to me it was Papa just saying to forget who’s in the room …how others worship..what you look like and just be with Him. The funny part is that the basement was the only part of our house that lost power and it came back on right as we finished it out..haha! such a sense of humor 🙂
It was a moment where I sat there, cultivating the presence and I just couldnt believe where I was physically and how Spirit was moving supernaturally …one of those moments I won’t forget.
the forum was opened for people to be vulnerable with the things Papa has been bringing up on the race and just to have the opportunity to speak a word of life over them. again, with the lights off it set the tone for just realness that was no accident.
Then hah one of our squad mates just went after it and stepped out and brought up a fire tunnel so we went after it. Some understood what that was, some didn’t but were hungry and some don’t believe it was of Papa. Either way, Holy Spirit exploded and erupted and some got touched by Papa for the first time and experienced what it means to have an encounter with Papa. Laughter, tongues, prophetic words, shaking…all of the above and more 🙂
I fell out and then jumped in on being a part of the tunnel and it was just awesome to see Holy Spirit taking over in ways people hadn’t even known was possible.
The only regret I ever have from those times is not being more like a child….that when I see my Daddy in the room I stop at nothing to be held in his arms and loved. That I don’t care what others think or what I look like but justing knowing He is there and available is enough to go all in.
There is a hope within me for each member of our squad to personally know what it means to cultivate Holy Spirit for themselves and to walk in that…there is such freedom, there is such power, there is such intimacy within that and last night re-ignited that desire for my squad and for myself..that I go deeper, that Papa comes over me in new ways and that I never stop saying yes with open hands and never stop overflowing straight from Papas heart.
