The Snap & Click

When is the last time you felt something snap and click
within your spirit?

 

For me, one of those moments came two nights ago, during an
intense evening of prayer and worship with my team, Roger, and Paul and Amparo
(our contacts this week). Paul spoke into the room something which caused that
snap inside of me. Just one simple truth – that how God is working in me and
how He is working through me are two different things – was all he needed to
say.

 

We all go through times where we’re sifting through junk,
and those times are draining. This month has been like that for me, with the
end result being that I feel like I’m in the middle of the desert waiting for a
sign – a tree, a rock, a rain storm… something. Something to give me the
strength and energy to move forward and minister like I came here to do.

 

Despite knowing the difference between the words in and
through, I’ve linked the two in my heart. I’ve let myself believe in this idea
that God can’t be working in my heart to make things right there and use me to
minister to others at the same time. Which is a bald-faced lie.

 

The truth of the matter is that if the two are connected, it
is because the most effective ministry comes out of the times when God is
working on our hearts the most. God is in His element when we are at our
weakest. When we don’t have any faith in our ability to do anything, and put
absolute faith in God’s ability to do everything… that’s when He moves in ways
we never imagined possible.

 

God put this truth into action for me last night. We
traveled from Palumpa to Wadeye (a very bumpy forty-five minute drive) to put
on a barbeque, a little music, a skit, and whatever else God wanted to see
happen. I sat on the front porch at the house we were staging all this at, prepared
for another night of desert barrenness, but that wasn’t what happened.

 

Kamikaze Cory was what happened.

 

This crazy toddler with more energy pulsing through his
veins than in my pinky finger came over and latched onto my back. In that moment
came the click. Confirmation – time to minister. I pulled him into my lap as
Roger and the band played, and Cory was content to sit for a little while. Even
when he got down, though, it wasn’t to stay away from me.

 

No. Kamikaze Cory was running up behind me, jumping onto my
back, and trying to flip himself over my head. I reached back, grabbed him by
the waist, and helped him finish what he had started out to do. Again, and
again, and again until the sausages were cooked. Then he came to me with half
of his eaten, staring down one of the dogs in the yard. So I picked him up and
carried him until he finished eating. And after dinner, we (team Komboa) did
our skit. And David spoke. And Noe spoke. And then the whole team went out to
the crowd, and we prayed with the people there.

 

I prayed more healing over people last night than I have in
months. I let myself get pulled into conversations with ladies I had never seen
before, and shared my heart with them. More ministry to the people of Australia
flowed out of me last night than I thought had come out of me in the three
weeks previous.

 

God will use me, regardless of whether I feel strong or completely broken. I just
need to let Him do it.