The Lord has been blowing my mind, recently.
Or should I say, “blowing my face off.”
Seriously.
There are pieces of my face scattered throughout Central America.
And there is no sign of slowing down.
Recovery is futile.
…Bring it on.
Daddy has upped His game.
Well, my game.
He has been revealing mind-blowing, life-changing things to me.
Daily.
Like, things I could spend a year growing solely in.
He is giving me twenty-four hours.
And then showing me something else.
Things about who I truly am.
Or who I need to be.
Gifts and blessings He is pouring out on my life.
Truths about Him and who He is.
Or what He is doing.
Or how He is moving.
Or how He is going to move me.
My future.
My past.
My present.
Him.
Tears now have a permanent residency on my cheeks.
I did not expect this much so soon.
You know what I am doing now?
Expecting much more.
I wake up every morning expecting my God to shatter my face
with some new revolutionary revelation that will change my heart.
And He will.
And I’ll listen.
And it’ll change me.
They’re gonna find pieces of my face scattered across three continents after this is over.
That’s the thing that’s crazy.
I’m two meager months into the race.
And I am completely different then who I was when I started.
Like, noticeably.
Even people on the race have been telling me how
copiously I have grown from El Salvador to Honduras.
Praise God.
And His ultimate Grace.
So why isn’t it like this at home?
Why did I get to keep my face for so long before?
Instead of having it melted off constantly with Holy Spirit realizations.
I think it’s because of that expectancy.
Or lack of, rather.
How often do you wake up expecting God
to reveal something life-changing to you in that day?
How often do you ask God to seriously blow your face off with His love?
I’ll be honest.
When I woke up at home all I thought about was what time work was,
or who I was hanging out with,
or what cereal I was gonna choose that morning.
Rarely (or rather, never) did I think about what God was gonna show me that day.
Or what my Daddy had to speak to me to so I could seek Him better.
I had a pretty complacent face, overall.
Some scratches here and there, but disappointingly still intact.
So why now, then?
Why now does God fill me with knowledge of who He is every single day?
Because I’m on a mission trip?
I don’t believe that bull for a second.
He wants to reveal the same stuff and more to you, too.
He wanted to reveal it to me back when I was home.
But we have to start expecting it.
Start seeking it.
Wake up every morning in that expectation of hearing God’s voice.
I guarantee you He’s talking.
It comes down to listening.
It has always come down to listening.
So listen.
Here’s the thing.
I don’t want this to just be some blog you read and move on.
This has just now become a challenge.
Listen to what God has for you.
Expect to hear something every day.
As God reveals what He has for you.
Write it down and share it with this community.
Post a comment with what God has taught you.
Spread the love.
Encourage me.
I dare you.
Expect that God is seeking you out constantly every day
to bless you with more of His wisdom.
Go out there and get your faces blown off.
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