Have you ever been standing in the midst of a crowd of people where everyone seems to be having an intimate encounter with God? In that same crowd, were you waiting to hear God? Were you coming up blank while begging God to speak to you? Did you feel let out? Did you feel ignored?
Last night was this experience for me. We had group worship time and half of the room looked peaceful and still and content while the other half was giggling uncontrollably. Don't get me wrong. There was nothing funny happening; they were simply so filled with the Spirit that they couldn't keep it in and it came pouring out in the form of laughter. And there was I… Sitting, smiling, waiting for God to tell me something or make my joy overflow until I couldn't hold it in. But it wasn't happening.
Then it occurred to me. God is always speaking to me. Just sometimes he's telling us things we've already heard and should know so we don't listen well. God was speaking truth over me yesterday and when I started to listen, I heard.
You are my daughter.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.
I delight in you.
You are beautiful because you are made in my image.
You are worthy of love.
Nothing you do can make me love you less.
There is nothing that will separate us.
The good work that has been started in you will be brought to fruition.
I am all that you need but I have blessed with so much more than you need.
