Filling up the Deflated.
I have been deflated. I just took a few hits, all happening during a spiritually quite time.
I have learned in the past ,that those times when you feel like you aren’t hearing anything in particular…those are the moments it is about you seeking Him… Because that is what real relationship is about…
being sought out…time spent… and then seeking the other out and knowing you are that important…important enough to be sought after.
So that is what I did…. but still pretty quite.
Not to be confused with a desert, as my prayers were clearly being answered…I just wasn’t hearing anything.
The best way I can explain it was …deflated and discouraged with everything quiet. Eyes wide looking for what He is saying.
But then…with just as equally no explanation…I woke up this morning and …I could just feel it.
The barrier had lifted.
Like most mornings, I turned on the International House of Prayer out of Kansas City (there is an app for that…and it is amazing!)… and that David Brymer song I showed you a week ago, was playing this morning and Jon Thurlow was singing it….so good. I went right into worship…and the baby twirled behind me.
Immediately my kitchen was transformed.
It was like being in the best PFW we have held. My little kitchen transformed into a chapel.
My tea stained counters an alter and my sink a way to wash it all clean.
Right there, near the unused oatmeal that boy was pushing around his bowl, angels gathered.
As the baby danced around with her plastic microphone she worshiped like the best on the most elaborate stage.
I could feel that throne room experience where you feel like you can pray and you are heard because He is near.
So with the song finishing I sat down…and just prayed…and you could feel it twining through the house…a beautiful Vine and us all branches.
A feeling of being restored. A vase filled up.