So, last week I posted a blog about liking my sensitivity. This week, God has been expanding my idea of what I thought “being sensitive” looked like.
Thursday morning, we sat under some palm trees with our host and friends who also live at the YWAM base we were staying at for worship. During that time, God spoke to me, telling me to be sensitive to what He is trying to say to me, sensitive to the where He has put me, and sensitive to the beauty that surrounds me. I chuckled and said, “okay, God.” The rest of the worship time seemed natural. After that time, I went to my bed and tried to process what being sensitive to God looked like.
Saturday night, we did bridge ministry. My team had no idea what that meant and it kind of scared us a little. When we got there, there was maybe 4 kids there. After a while, about 20 showed up- we played soccer and catch with those sweet children under that bridge for about 2 hours. It felt like the most normal thing in the entire world. Watching as little girls tackled each other for the ball and then laughed so hard made me feel right at home. Sitting next to the water with the kids as they ate a meal prepared by the pastor seemed like it was an everyday thing. Not many words were said during this time because language barriers are a real struggle but there are no love barriers. Jesus broke those down and commanded us to love people (John 13:34).
We walked down a pier later that night and climbed to an upper section for worship and prayer. During that time, they asked us to pray for the country of Thailand, their new king, and for the hearts of those we have already been in contact with and those we have yet to meet.
As we stood on the pier, the sun was setting so perfectly over the Andaman Sea. Sunsets bring me to a place of intimacy with the Lord. They remind me of the God’s intentionality and the extravagant love He has for me. In that moment, I felt so confident that God could and would do the things I was asking of Him. Towards the end, I began to just thank Him that I was standing on a pier in Thailand, watching the sunset, and freely praising Him. Then I just stood there completely in awe of Him. Completely captivated by His beauty. Completely overwhelmed by His presence.
“Shara, I want you right here. Right now.” For the first time, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I felt purpose. I felt at home. I felt Jesus.
I think that is what it looks like to be sensitive to the spirit. To stand in awe of who He is and the goodness He has lavished upon us. To hear what He is saying to you. To be expectant of Him to move in powerful ways. To welcome Him into to a place and be confident that He is going to show up.
So, my idea of being sensitive and what that has looked like in my life for so long had been taken out of it’s tiny box that I put it in and replaced with a God-sized box that He’s using to bring so much goodness to this season.
