As I sit here and write this blog, I am speechless at how much God has moved in my life just this year alone- and we’ve just begun.
Back in January, I wrote a blog declaring this year to be one of restoration. Honestly, it had to be a restoration year-because I personally couldn’t take any more brokenness.
Just before the New Year, a tornado ripped through Rowlett and the devastation ripped out my heart. It was awful. While I don’t live in Rowlett, I do work there, so I took it personal when all I saw was rubble during my lunch break. I just didn’t realize how much of a shift it would be.
Things are happening so fast that it’s hard to keep up and honestly I’m not even mad. Different areas have just been overflowing with favor and I’m still shaking my head in amazement.
I’ve been given the opportunity to do missions through my company in Liberia. And up until now I didn’t even have my passport. It’s a well-known fact that the process of getting your passport is a journeyed one- I was no exception. My struggle was hidden in the numbered questions of the application. They ask for the names and birthdates and birthplaces of your parents… I’m adopted from foster care. Only my adopted mother is listed on my birth certificate and not my adopted dad. In fact, I didn’t have an adopted father. How do you explain that on a passport application?
Talk about messing with your identity…
I walked in the next day with all my completed paperwork (after spending quality time on the phone with the Department of State), and the wait time was cancelled. They were able to process my application right then and there. It was nothing short of a miracle.
At my job, I have been on a journey with Papa that has been very much one of solitude. I firmly believe we go through different seasons where our response is critical to the outcome. We could easily complain or even leave the scene for one reason or another (and we would be justified in our actions), or we could be faithful with what we’ve been given. I honestly don’t know how this came about… but I’m thankful to be found faithful-because this is so much bigger than me.
Prayer meetings in our large conference room are our new normal. Our large conference room has transformed into a spiritual war room. I’m so thankful for this shift. It’s so exciting to not only take part in this new chapter but to approach this thing from victory – because we do win this war.
I remember, while I was still at my small high school, we would meet every Tuesday for prayer. That consistency changed my life. And now the bar has risen- every morning.
A foundation is being laid.
I’m just thankful to be one of the first builders.
And if I’m honest? This whole journey (even in its humble beginnings) is teaching me how to pray consistently and to have the courage to pray big prayers. That even if I don’t see a change happening in the small things –to keep praying and keep asking.
I’m sure when I look back on this, I’ll be able to tell the story of how the brick was laid in this foundation. Each person on this prayer team will be able to document the journey…. because I know it’ll be epic.