"Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High, will rest in the shadow of the Almighty" Psalms 91:1
It's fall! My favorite time of the year for many reasons. Mostly because it's the season for the High Holy days, a time when God really showed up in my life to bring growth and restoration particularly in my relationship with Him and my family. He started by changing the most obvious and simple thing: My faith.
"If God is ok with it, I'm ok with it", a dear friend once said while going through a difficult time. I have never met anyone quite like him. He had a deep sense of his own immortality and he journeyed through life filled with unwavering faith. Even on his worst day, he decided - totally made up his mind - that there was no trouble or situation that God didn't know about and it could never take away the resounding peace he felt in the midst of trials. I am absolutely blown away by such faith. He whistled through the storms and danced in the rain. Even prolonged battles and troubles that seemed interminable weren't able to silence his lips from uttering praise. He couldn't be moved.
I whispered: "Lord, I want that faith".
I often say prayers like that without even realizing it. It's more like a desire of my heart, or a quick passing thought attached to a strong emotion. I do remember having a burning desire for the kind of trust that walks calmly into the lion's den, and for the faith to make the sun stand still. God "heard" that desire. I noticed those are the prayers He likes to answer best, the ones I never even knew I prayed. It reminds me of the verse:
"Take delight in the LORD, and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalms 37:4
God started speaking. He showed me the importance of spending quiet time in His presence. I finally realized that my friend was a man of prayer, a man who understood what it meant to be attached to the vine, firmly connected to the source of life; and if I really wanted that faith, I would have to work at it like he did. He never went one day without reading his Bible or doing his devotions, but "walked and talked" with Jesus both through tears and laughter.
I made it a daily habit to spend precious moments with Jesus, not saying much, just praising Him and trying to listen. My faith started to grow as I learned to shift my focus from "me" to focusing on Him. Everything changed when I realized It's not about what I am going through and all my troubles, but about what HE went through. Typically, I would whine and cry asking for this or that, and complain in disbelief that He could even hear me. - I feel ashamed every time I remember how I used to treat Him like a drive-through restaurant, and get quite upset when I didn't get my order right -
This time I chose to simply get lost in His presence, praising Him for who He is, thanking Him for His provisions and for everything He accomplished at the cross. Gently, and ever so patiently, He started to show me that my battles had already been won at Calvary. He taught me to trust no matter what giant I faced. I learned to recognize His soft whispers could only be heard in my loud and cluttered world when I searched for Him in stillness. It is the father's deep desire that His people would quiet their racing minds and busy lives to spend more time alone with Him. As He Himself told Martha:
"Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed - or indeed only one - Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." Luke 10:4
Faith insists in believing, it's the evidence of things unseen, and the substance of things hoped for. It reveals to any observer that we've been with Jesus.
Today I am more rooted and grounded in Christ. The question "Jesus, do you love me" was settled at the cross, and I will not dare ask that again.
"When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished and they took note that these men HAD BEEN WITH JESUS" Acts 4:13
I could write so many blog posts about my war room testimonies, I should probably start writing "the war room series". Since I started making my time with Jesus non-negotiable, intentional, and habitual, life hasn't been the same. It's in the quiet times that revivalists are born: "These men and women are fire-starters, willing to take the personal attacks if it means stirring people’s hearts toward a hunger for God’s presence—which in turn, lays the foundation for a move of God." (Marcus Yoars).
Revival begins in the war room. It sure has stirred up my heart, deceitful above all, but now ignited by the fire of His spirit.
"Some people are surprised to realize that the Christian life is not a playground;
it’s a battleground! Like it or not, if you are a Christian, you are in a battle between good and evil. Spiritual warfare is real…and it’s intense!
We have a choice as Christians. It isn’t a choice of fighting or not fighting in the spiritual battle; it’s a choice of victory or defeat, advancing or retreating.
In the Christian life, either you are overcoming, or you will be overcome"
(The man with unwavering faith, J. L.)
That I may fall in love with You everyday,
even on my worst day,
to love you like the first.
Hi, I'm Debora. A lover of Jesus, a wife, and a mother of 2.
Your faith has made you whole
Nothing is impossible for those who believe