I wrote this poem during worship in one of the cities we visited this past month:
Can I just lay against you all the days of my life,
Dance with you in fields of flowers,
with your sunlight shinning down on us.
Your hand in mine.
Oh how I long to worship you
To shout your goodness from mountain tops
for you to hold me in your arms,
as you whisper your love toward me in my ears
You say how precious am I to you
how much you adore me
how great your love is for me.
You say how you thought of me as you died.
That the single though of me was worth the pain and suffering you bore
So I could be with you now,
laying against you.
Nick and I climbed a mountain! Heck yes we did, and it was huge! Literally on numerous accounts we were both in exhaustion because of the size of the the thing. I can recall saying at least two or three times "this mountain does not end". A mountain that had more snow than expected, and our toms were not too thrilled about. Not to mention bristles that made their way through clothing and hands, as we grasped to the next foothold or whatever we could reach next. However we pressed on the incline and we made it to the top!
Did I mention that on top of climbing the rediculous mountain we were already approximately 10,500 feet above sea level, because we were. It felt like such a victory and my goodness the sight was beautiful. My eyes are too small and could not even take it all in.
The amazing thing is that God gave me the oppourtunity to shout from mountain tops that day, and I took it. Hesitant at first. My first thought was oh shoot I'm about to yell, what do I sound like when I yell, I don't even yell on rollercoasters, or jumping out of planes. How God am I to do this. I am going to do it, but I don't know how. Nick had already yelled twice, and he says "I know you want to yell". I explain literally everything racing through my mind and he says "okay I won't look and we will yell together". In agreement we decide what to yell. Trust me at that point it is key to know what you are about to yell so my flesh isn't too surprised by such a new boldness and a louder voice it is used to. So I shouted, I yelled and it brought freedom.
In that moment we felt the spirit stronger. So what do you do when you feel the spirit come and you want him to move? Well, what we had done was sing. With final prayers we marked that mountain and covered that city and nation with prayers that would bring hope, love and an unshakeable faith to the country.
