Ask The Lord. One of the toughest things I had to do at camp. One of the hardest questions I’ve ever had to ask anyone… and it was for guidance, a voice, a vision. ATL was a tough concept for me. And little did I realize by doubting myself and what God could do through me I was DOUBTING GOD. Doubting the One who I had seen perform miracles giving both spirtual and physical healing. Had you asked me if I’d ever doubt Jesus I would’ve laughed and said no way but the way I was living showed just the opposite. I didn’t believe I was smart enough, spiritual enough, or just flat out good enough. I had seemed to forgotten that I was fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of God.
On May 29th I hit my knees with 7 of the most amazing people I know in the stairwell of a shelter in downtown Atlanta. Praying for direction. We were about to hit the streets and wanted a clear vision of where and what to do. I somehow doubted YET expected God to hand me a map, a list of names, and some cue cards. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. In fact I didnt really see too much, what I got didn’t make sense to me so I didn’t share it with the group, instead we kept praying and I asked God to give them a vision. As a team we put together some verses and visuals that we felt God was showing us. I still didn’t tell them that I saw a woman in a wheelchair, I figured it was just me searching for something. Anyhow, we hit the streets searching for what God might could be wanting us to do. I was incredibly down and frustrated, however I continued to pray as we walked. We get to our first location, an overpass that my brother had seen. And it all started unfold. Before I knew it we were sitting at a table listening and talking to and praying for a homeless man that my sister had bumped into due to her messed up foot. (Which she thought was a burden… right) From there we met a man who was barefoot and pushing a walker and was complaining of pain in his side and was short of breath. My brother who had had the vision of this location gave him his shoes while we went inside a store and purchased him some new ones. After we purchased the shoes, we prayed over him. My brother laid his hand on him not saying anything outloud but just praying for healing. Shortly the man breathed deep and said his pain was gone. I feel I need to say an AMEN here and a GOD IS GOOD! At this point I am a new man, dancing down the street is more accurate that walking. We end up in the park where I am still quietly searching for a woman in a wheelchair. I see one! I get 2 of my teamates to walk down to where she was still staying quiet about it. I’m let down. It’s a man… but yet I feel the urge to talk to him. I fight it, nope it’s not the woman I saw so I get them to head back to where we were. I turn my back for a minute and am talking to someone else only to turn around to see two of my sisters talking to this man. I give up, God pulled me over and I sit down and jump right in the conversation. The man is homeless, addicted to drugs, and in search of something more. God had tried speaking to him the day before he finally admitted in his story but he ignored it. Isn’t it amazing that Jesus doesn’t give up… YEAH IT IS. So anyways, long story short… we spent the next 2 days talking with him and praying for him. He is now going to church, being fed, getting a job, AND a place to live. Again… AMEN, God is GOOOOD. My point to this blog is simple besides that fact that God is flippin’ incredible… it’s that we are inperfect people… my vision wasn’t as clear as I wanted it, but God used me and He did what I thought was impossible. Acts 4:31- After they prayed the place where they were meeting was SHAKEN And they were all filled wiith the Holy Spirit and spoked the word of God BOLDLY.
