Well, this “crazy” week is just about over. I was given the immense pleasure of helping a dear friend with worship at another friend’s house where she would be hosting a prophet I know who has been in the area on one of his trips. I was also asked to lead worship for the next morning’s service at a small local church. In the week leading up to last weekend’s activities, ‘life’ got ridiculously challenging.
Once dates were added to this week’s schedule as well, also with the same minister, that’s when the bottom started give out. Those events are some of what I wrote about in my last post. I chose though, to stay with the schedule, even while looking forward to the ‘rest’ afterward. I believed that God had some big things planned in this region and for the people who’ve been in the trenches. And because this was, for most of the past week, in my ‘backyard’, I was refusing to let the enemy knock me out-of-the-way. I did not want to miss out on any of what God was about to do.
My main purpose in this follow-up, is to attempt to convey the concept I was trying to convey in the Crossing Over post. It’s not just about Crossing Over, as in passing from death to life, or even going through the trials vs avoiding or looking for the easy way out. But it is more about the belief that God is a rewarder. I fully believe there are times and seasons, where family is to be first priority. But then there are times, this week having been one of them, when even family trials and tragedies must be set on the back burner. Where emotions must be relinquished unto God, either permanently or until another time. Where we need to hand Daddy all the grief, the fear, the anxiousness, the uncertainties and certainly the circumstances so far beyond our control in which worry can only do harm.
A funny thing happens when we pick ourselves up in the midst of the turmoil and complete what He’s set before us to do. Like praising instead of sulking, or hiding. Like ministering to others while our own hearts are breaking. He shows up in ways he may not have otherwise. I guess it’s because we’re walking in a new level of trust, and/or because when we are ‘weak’, He really is strong on our behalf. All I know, is that I’m glad I did not let the events and struggles of the past couple of weeks cause me to sit down and back-up.
Most of today was a beautiful ending to schedule of meetings and services. Daddy God answered a few prayers His little girl didn’t expect Him to answer, at least not yet. It was a dear privilege and an honor to get to minister with this man of God that I have such deep respect and affection toward. Have the trials disappeared? Haha.. not a chance. But instead of wallowing, or feeling utterly defeated or completely depressed, I had the satisfaction that came from pressing through to be a part of God’s plan. There’s my joy. It’s not about ‘works’, but being part of what He is doing brings more satisfaction than just about anything I can think of. It’s a love thing. 🙂
Don’t get me wrong. I’m still exhausted. I don’t know how some, like this particular minister, can travel from meeting after meeting after meeting for as long or in as intense an atmosphere they often minister in. I had a blast while it lasted, but I’m ready for my Sabbath rest. Next week starts a whole new leg of the journey as well as a funeral that I don’t think any of us are really looking forward to. I’m not complaining. 🙂
Lord, grant us the wisdom, to recognize your timing; when it’s time to put aside ministry for you in order to be there for our families, and when it’s time to let nothing and no one stand in the way of what you desire to do in us and through us, as well as the rhythm of running and resting. 🙂