The past three months have been pretty taxing on my emotions. I spent the latter part of December cold and sick in China and was met in the Philippines with news that my grandfather wasn’t doing well. As you know, he died not long after that and I realized I was falling apart. Around the same time, I began to feel a heaviness on my heart that I could not explain – something that I prayed through concerning our ministry and even my team, but could not remedy. I began, simply, to pray through each of my friends and family members at home, because I felt like this heaviness was stemming from there. This followed me into India where, with good internet, I began talking to my friends and family about everything at home. I had tried to reconnect with many of them in the Philippines, but due to touch-and-go internet, it was very hard. I realized through several of these conversations that I hadn’t heard from a dear friend of mine. At the very mention of her name my heart would sink and I began to feel overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do with the heaviness I was feeling because the very weight of it was scary to me – beyond anything I’d ever felt before. I felt like Atlas holding up the world and the very weight of it put me on my knees. I didn’t know what to pray, but began pouring my heart out for my sister. My heart ached. I woke up several times sobbing – full of hurt and fear and heaviness without knowing why I was having any of these feelings. I talked to my closest friends at home and found that they, too, were feeling this heaviness. They were falling on their faces in prayer and intercession for our sister over and over as well.
It’s absolutely mind blowing to look back on now. I can’t decide if I should laugh or cry or just get on my face again and thank the Lord.
I found out recently that this dear friend of mine was going through a struggle and a pain that I can’t begin to express to you and, out of respect, will not disclose here.
I give you all of that information to give you this tiny little bow: The Holy Spirit is like a guitar string that runs through the entire Body.
When a guitar string is moved, the entire string moves – from top to bottom. Similarly, when one member of the Body is strummed, pulled, picked, or moved, the entire body will feel it because the Holy Spirit will move. Those closest will feel the vibrations more than those farther away, but nonetheless, the entire Body is moved.
I’ve never known this in such a real way. When I’m feeling something, the Body feels it. That’s close-knit right there, y’all. I will never be by myself in what I’m going through.
Scripture says in Psalm 91 that God gives His angels charge over us – to bear us up.
In Mark 2, a crippled man is carried by his friends and lowered through the roof to Jesus’ feet because He couldn’t get there by himself.
Know that whatever you’re going through – celebrating or mourning – the entire Body feels it and will move on your behalf in prayer and intercession with our Abba.
