Family outing. Church. The place where God announces Himself with praise. Hands raise. Lives, given over to The Worthy One.
Worship. Together. We hug and greet each other. Life, bigger than our dreams. Our homes. Our cyclones of surviving. Angels praise. Surround our days. I see His reflection in a child’s gaze. I want to shout. Not just sit down. Raise hands. But also dance for The Redeemer of my days.
Freedom from ourselves. From the spiral of implosion. A great release. Sorrows cease. Internally overflowing.
If they know Him. If they saw Him. If they’ve witnessed what I’ve seen. Faith arise. They’d come alive. Because He is God. Savior. Lord. King.
Yet, by our testimony & the blood of The Lamb, our enemy is slain. So let it rain. I sing again.
Let it rain!
Some mock, fear, worry, doubt. But I say, live out loud. The curtain tore. Heavens shout.
Either we can walk on water, heal the sick, live alive…or drown in doubt. Half heartedness, broken, wounded me….get out! I long to live out loud.
Zealous, says Scripture. Zeal for the Lord. For He is zealous for Zion. Why keep trying in our own strength, if mediocre existence is all we seek. Meek. But Free. Not just half way…but completely.
Like a child It says. Children we must be, to see. Creative, passionate, real, free. No well worm disbelief, no rebellion. No fear. But clear eyes. Clear. To see the sun dispel all fear.
A child spins, round and round. Laughing.
They let go.
Move. Shake. Voice their heart without life’s ache, with strength. Where they go, it all depends. Hands of the Savior gripped to them.
Let us not walk or crawl to the Holy of Holies. But enter the Throne room of Grace….boldly! Find church in our homes. Meeting with friends. Church in our giving. Church is our hymns. Church all around as we glory Him.
Let us fly without fear, not just here. But everywhere. Above all fear. For He is here. He is here.