I finished my race roughly a week ago which doesn’t even seem possible to me. Nine months flew by, some days were slow, some weeks felt everlasting, but overall it flew by. So now here I am in Gainesville, Georgia, USA attending project searchlight. Project Searchlight is a 6 day program to help with reentry into America. There’s sessions, worship, prophetic rooms, and small groups all aimed at making the transition from field to America easier.
At the beginning of the week long program I wasn’t too excited. I was jet lagged, wanting home, facing loss from the race and feeling numb all at the same time. The first session started and I was fighting for victory over the ever losing battle of keeping my eyelids open. When our speakers asked “What do you think the Lord wants you to get out of this week?” That struck me. What does the Lord want this week to be about. I closed my eyes and let the Holy Spirit speak to me. I wasn’t really getting anything and was drifting into a state of sleep when the word ‘recharge’ hit my mind. Cool. That’s all the thought I put into it.
Five days later and I’m sitting in a room listening to people pour out their souls to the King of kings. In this moment I realized I have been recharged. This is what the Lord wanted me to experience and this is why I love Project Searchlight.
It started with worship. I’ve been craving worship and not a single session has disappointed. Maybe it’s because the Lords presence is so present here, maybe it’s because I have so much to worship my Savior for, most likely it’s both. The King of kings brought all of us on this amazing journey. He’s the one who is responsible for every laugh, every smile, each tear, hug and miracle that we all got the chance of witnessing. So how can I not get down on my knees and worship the Lord? How can I not sing at the top of my lungs, arms high, praising the Lord for all that He’s done? So I get lost in the songs and as each one passes I feel my battery power increasing. I’m beginning the process of being recharged.
Then sessions started. Wow. I was not prepared for the Holy Spirit to bring it like that. Each speaker was speaking words directly from God for us to hear. God is on the move. The messages rocked my soul, awoken my spirit and made me desire more. More of everything God has to offer for me. Simply more. The Holy Spirit activated something inside me; authority. Authority to go home and declare all that God is, all He’s done and all that is to come. These sessions are so Holy Spirit lead it’s crazy. Jesus is so in the room, sitting beside us cheering us on saying, “my sons and daughters I just took you on this amazing journey now go tell everyone, proclaim my goodness, bring my children home. And know that this isn’t the end I have SO much more ahead for you.” At the end of each session it’s impossible to not feel so amped and ready for whatever God has next. I’m so full on the Holy Spirit that I feel like I’m overflowing with Him. I am 100% recharged and that’s why Jesus wanted me here.
Now it’s my final day of PSL and it’s so bittersweet. On one hand I get to go home and see my family and tell them all the ways God has moved in the past nine months. But on the other hand I have to leave this community that has become my family. They were with me through it all, the ups, the downs, the miracles, every second of everyday they were there. So goodbyes are going to be hard. But because I’m so recharged in the word and who God says he is, I can rest in Him. Knowing He’s holding my hand, walking with me in this new season of life. Being recharged is the best feeling ever, so thank you Jesus for recharging my soul before I head home.
