Today, our team went on a little prayer walk. Prayer walks are weird things for me. I'm never sure what I am supposed to be doing.
"You're supposed to be praying, Chip."
Um. Okay. Duh. Got that part. But what about?
Should I be praying to meet people on the neighborhood streets to talk to?
Should I be praying hope and life over the area and the homes around me, declaring freedom in Jesus name? Well, after a time of both these things, I came to the place where I told Jesus, "Okay Lord. No one is outside right now. What do I do?"
And so I began to worship, just thanking Jesus for things He had done in my life, for how He has grown my team these past few month. *side note: It's unreal what He's done in their lives. But that's for another blog.* So on and so forth. And I asked Jesus, "Is there anything you want to show me today?"
Now, I don't know for sure if this was an answer from him, but given that He knows me pretty well, I think He answered by showing me something I didn't expect. Butterflies. We were surrounded by tens of them everywhere we walked.
Now, this may come as a shock. But I love these little guys. Call it part of my sensitive side, the part that likes ballets, eating chocolate when I'm emotionally stressed, flower gardens, 19th century novels, etc. I'm
not kidding, I really dig this stuff. Welcome to growing up in the arts world. Anyway, well, the Lord knows this about me.
So the rest of the prayer walk, I was able to worship God by marveling at these little guys. Seriously! God is so creative. Does He paint each and every butterfly?
I'd like to think he does. He does care about the details, you know. Mind you, we weren't in a garden. We were in a neighborhood. Yes, there were shrubs and trees around, but it was uncanny how many butterflies there were given our surroundings.
So, that was what God showed me today. It wasn't over the top. It wasn't earth shattering or mind blowing. But I'm learning to be romanced by God. I'm learning to delight in Him and His creative personality. And He's
teaching me to receive little gifts, to teach me that He does indeed want to bless me. Was my heart desiring it, no, not intentionally. But I loved it all the same, and He gave me a little joy through it.
Thanks for the little moments on the Race, God.
Thanks for loving me, even when I don't know what to ask for.
Thanks for the gift of simple things Jesus.
