Sometimes I Write

The weekend was great. I was so nervous and really it was for nothing. Was I perfect? No. Did I forget to say some things I was so sure were important? Yes. Did God use me anyway? You bet. I had the opportunity to share the messages he’s been giving me to share for the last month while I planned my talk. I loved on hurting teens and laughed with new friends and old. I looked into the eyes of a few of my favorite guys and told them, “You are God’s man and he loves you so very much. You are His beloved”. My heart swells just thinking about it. I learned a few things too. God spoke to me about possible ministry opportunities I’ll have in the future, but I’m saving that story for another day.

Every time I’m given the chance to live out the community example of the church in Acts 2, I cry. I feel so “one” with the friends God has placed in my life. This is strongest when we’re bound together by a common love and purpose, serving alongside each other, laughing, crying,and cheering one another on through the growing phases we all go through. It just makes my heart happy. So went the weekend seeing Trevor, Chris, and Allen. I was reminded of how much we are loved and how deeply we love our friends and their families.

We stretched some people way beyond their comfort zones, but my hope is that we planted some seeds that will grow into deep faith and belief in the power and love of the God we serve. I’m done putting restrictions on the Creator and letting others put their restrictions of belief on me. NOT that most of our friends try to do that, but a few do. I love them anyway. 🙂 I didn’t feel that happened this weekend, but I have to admit that it was a fear in the back of my mind. Silly me. I’m going to keep seeking God’s face and whatever He chooses to give me and show me regardless of who it stretches. It’s part of who I am. May I always pass along my experiences in love and without judgment.

There was one boy in particular that I spent some time with this weekend. He was hurting over a lost relationship with his father and he was feeling worthless and that he was a mistake. As we talked, a song we sing at our church came to mind, so I sang it for him.

Lord it was you who created the heavens.

Lord it was your hands that put the stars in their place.

Lord it is your voice that commands the morning.

Even oceans and their waves bow at your feet.

Lord, who am I compared to your glory?

Lord, who am I compared to your majesty?

I am your beloved, your creation, and you love me as I am.

You have called me chosen for your kingdom, unashamed to call me your own.

I am your beloved.

Lord it was you who came to save as a baby.

Lord it was your voice that raised the dead from the grave.

Lord it was your hands that took the nails in my place.

Even oceans and their waves bow at your feet.

Lord, who am I compared to your glory?

Lord, who am I compared to your majesty?

I am your beloved, your creation, and you love me as I am.

You have called me chosen for your kingdom, unashamed to call me your own.

I am your beloved. I am your beloved.

I am…and so are you. 🙂

Lord, I praise you and thank you from this place of joy and fullness.  You are amazing the way you orchestrate the revealing of your wisdom and power.  I thank you for loving so completely and pouring your grace on your children.  Father, I thank you for making me a seed planter and I ask that you water and grow those seeds into the beautiful gifts and purposes you have planned in each of the people you’ve given us to share our lives with.  Sprinkle them with courage, strength, healing, beauty, and knowledge of the truth.  Make the seeds of faith, compassion, love, and mercy blossom bigger than I can even imagine Lord. Keep growing us and using us as you see fit.  I love you Lord.  Thank you for calling me your beloved.  In Jesus Name, Amen.