I gave it away.
Before we launched for the race, were given a key.
The keys are prayed over and the Lord gives the creator a word for each of us.
The guy who makes the keys doesn’t know us, doesn’t talk to our friends or our families. He simply prays over the key and the Lord gives him a word.
My key said peace.
As I opened the bag and pulled the key out, I instantly wanted to throw the key at the wall.
You see, peace is something I searched for all summer. Through grieving, walking through insecurities that attacked friendships, and preparing for the race, all I wanted was peace.
And now I had a key that had peace engraved in it.
Freak fest is all I could say.
But, oh man the Lord quickly taught me why.
In Colombia, through fighting spiritual warfare, walking into risks, challenges, and hard goodbyes, He gave me peace.
He allowed me to recognize that I am peace, because He created me.
So now what?
The peace that I had longed for, for so long, was finally at rest within.
The key I wore around my neck didn’t feel like mine anymore.
It was time to give it away.
After praying and asking, the Lord kept putting Mama Cristina on my heart.
She was searching for peace, and the Lord would use the key to open her heart. Whether it was peace for her sons, the little girl she misses so dearly, or finding peace within through the struggles of serving the church. It was clear to see her deep desire for peace
But when should I give it to her?
This was something I wrestled with, until our second to last night at home.
We were giving the family gifts and the Holy Spirit said now.
Actually he whisper yelled in my ear, and Cam looked at me and said do it.
I took the key off, walked up to Mama Cristina and started to explain why.
Which in reality I blacked out and the Spirit took over.
I handed her the key, gave her a hug, and saw the Lord opening her heart to what peace is in her life.
Freaking RAD.
