Remember the first time you met God? Because if you can’t think of a single powerful, heart shattering experience, you better get one. Pray for an encounter with God. Pray and start obeying the prompting whisper of the Holy Spirit when He tugs on your heart.
He will call you out of your warm bed in the middle of the night. He will call you away from the television and into your bible during the best parts of your favorite show. He will call you out of your seat and up to the front of the church during an altar call.
Chase that urge, explore it and you’ll see. Go when you get the call. Get up and go immediately because what He’s calling you away from, is nothing compared to where He’s about to take you. Trust me, it’s far better.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity.”
I used to live in a prison of my making. I was so lost, I couldn’t find my way out. For years, I sat helpless behind the cold steel bars of pain. My body was free, but my soul was chained to something oppressively dark. It was always standing over me.
But God was present in all this.
I quietly watched Him from behind my prison bars. I heard His echo in the encouraging words of people who tried to help. I saw Him on the television speaking directly to me through pastors as I flipped randomly through channels. He came to me in songs, illuminating lyrics like tiny love notes. He embraced me with the afternoon breeze. With a whisper on the wind, He told me He loved me. He was there. He was always there, even when I retreated further into my cell and buried my head in my knees to hide from Him. He never stopped beckoning me into awareness, faithfully urging me out of my coma.
He made me want to be free.
He made me want to come out of the shadows. Then He gave me hope that, just maybe, I could. So instead of passively watching Him come for me, I finally stepped towards Him. Like a flood released, He rushed in, bathing me with pure love. He made me clean. He made me free. My prison walls fell around me like wet cardboard because nothing else can stand in the wake of Him when He comes to claim the ones He loves.
Everything changes when you let God move through you. It’s a total and absolute soul reset. Do you know the plans He has for you?