I waited for this past weekend since last year. And whether it be anxiousness or stress I could hardly sleep the whole week before. Usually when that happens I talk with the only other One who’s up that late. I was in pain most of the nights as my prayers could mostly be summed up in four words: “I want a miracle.”
See, some of my friends work year-round at this camp in northern Michigan. This was going to be their second year of hosting the SpringHill Music Festival. I was going up just to help with some video, yet as God pulled my heart in prayer the week before (and most of this year actually) I felt He wanted more. He wants ALL of it.
So, I kept asking God for a miracle. This made my two and a half hour drive up kinda interesting. Satan doesn’t like miracles I don’t think. He doesn’t want the doubters in the world to have a tangible example of how great our God really is. He doesn’t want people to have reasons to love a Mighty God. (Satan’s a jerk-face) I started thinking – just me in my car. Lies began to come and dump all over the place. And then I yelled back at them. (Not a yeller. Don’t like to hurt my throat, but this called for something more.) I yelled and screamed the truths and blessings and love over the camp, the guests, the weekend. I shouted God’s hand of protection and covering over my life and others. I rejected the lies that had distracted me from His GRACE. (And afterwards I got a Starbucks to heal my voice – yea for serving Jesus in America!)
The weekend came and I eagerly awaited for this miracle to show itself. Where are you God? Show up and dance with us. We wanna see You!
Where’s the miracle God? Come on, show up!
Here’s something I learned while on the Race: YOU CAN’T PUT GOD IN A BOX! You can’t decide the ways He’ll show up. You can’t tell Him what to do. You can’t walk your own path and ask Him to bless it. You can’t limit Him in any way. It’s all about Him. It’s the focus – the passionate stare – and dependence on Him that excites a life. It’s the daily walk with a holy dissatisfaction that brings miracles into your life.
I got the reminder the last day. Right before some of the headliners where to perform on Sunday I ran into three girls I had talked with earlier. The day before they told me on camera how awesome it was to be here and how much they liked the camp. It was sweet but I hadn’t thought much of it until our second meeting. Each one of them shared with me a bit of their home lives. In short, this (SpringHill) is where they met Jesus a few months earlier at summer camp. Not a religion or cool club – but where they were introduced to and experienced a Savior’s love! They were perfect and solid examples that God’s still into miracles. He still changes lives. He makes hearts of stone into hearts of flesh again.
