Goodbyes are all said. Bags all packed. Ticket/passport in hand. It is finally time to fly, for the first time of many to come, out of this country I call home and into the journey God has set for me. As much as I would like to mark this as the start of my Race, it is not. My Race started long ago. Follow me in my digital pensive (nerds get me) back to training camp…
-We crammed 270 World Racers into a room that was about 75 yards by 25 yards. The lights when down and the band started to play.
“Holy Spirtit there is someone here that needs healing and I pray that you come into this place and have an encounter with them.”
This was my prayer. I felt great and I felt like I was in such a good place. During the second song there came a line in the worship that said “You are the echo of my days” and the Spirit that I had prayed for showed up…it came for ME. The Spirit convicted me. Images of my past days came flashing to mind, days where I had lost friendships due to my own mistakes or lived my life like it was mine alone, and God asked “Am I the echo that you hear from these days of your life?” Ouch. I wept. I hit my knees and cried under the weight of this conviction.-
Last night we had our last worship session as a body of Racers in the ballroom of our hotel. Once again, I asked the Spirit to show up in that time and provide the healing that these crazy Christ followers might need. That same song was played. That same line was sang, “You are the echo of my days.” BOOM, Spirit interaction! This time everything was different. Imagine my surprise when instead of the conviction of my past I was confronted with besutiful visions of my future. Whether this makes sense or not, I heard the echo of the days to come and let me tell you, that was the echo of the Lord.
How beautiful wonderful an echo it was. I couldn’t help but chuckle as God promised that He is active in my future already. He does not only have plans for that future, but He is ACTIVE and working those plans now. It is wild that those echos of sounds not yet made reached me through the Spirit. I promised this time they were tears of joy.
Well, my flight is boarding as I type so now I leave you with the familiar request; pray for me, pray for us, our whole squad. Send your love.
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