I went to worship that night battle weary and just burned out.
I wondered what I had gotten myself into but then I looked around.
And all I saw were weary, thirsty warriors,
Just like me.
Ragamuffins of the Kingdom, all,
Leaning into Words of Life,
Catching the breath of Grace blowing across our faces.
Meeting with our Jesus, as one, no disparity in the diversity.
The invitation came to worship my Abba as though it’s just him and me.
“Be still,” the Voice whispered to me.
Pastor reading the Father’s words over us.
Breathing slow, focus on stilling my heart and mind.
And then these words…
“Never for a moment have I once regretted My choice in you.”
“But what about….?” I protest.
I try to remind my Abba of all the reasons he should regret choosing me.
But again he whispers, “Be still and listen
Listen with your heart
All the logic in your busy brain will refute My Love.
But ‘carrier of My glory’, believe My Love.”
“I believe, Abba, please help my unbelief!
Teach me to be still in Your Love.
Teach me the ‘unforced rhythms of Your Grace’
Help me to sit with You in the invitation of Your Peace.
Abba, I rest in Your Presence
With You in my heart, I am still.”
Still redeemed, still free.
Still chosen, still loved.
–thoughts after attending a service at The Exchange