Standing in a room filled with like-minded people can take your breath away. It can also infuse you with life. I have no idea how to summarize the experience I am taking away from Charlotte, North Carolina. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Whole heartedly I admit, I have never been to a place like this before… ever.
This was a place of Holy anticipation. It was a place of burning passion and wild, crazy ideas. It was a place of inspiration and a place of retrospection. I arrived with hopes to gain understanding and perhaps a big blog-moving tip or a writing connection for that book simmering in my soul. Those were not packed in my suitcase home.
Instead, I found an altar, a place of surrender, a place to lay down my dreams and visions. I found a belonging. I found healing.
God found me there, He showed up in huge ways – through the bellowing of worship and through the words of a very charismatic Aussie preacher. But He also showed up in a million little ways: the signs declaring ‘Courage’, ‘Dignity’, and ‘Strength’ over me as I walked in the door; through the simply scrolled scriptures on the table – catered to each and every individual attendee. He was in the encouraging words scattered throughout the program hand outs and He was in the strategic hugs and smiles from the staff. And friends, I haven’t even begun to unpack the places He showed up through the speakers – Oh. My. Word.
But then there was this sense of encouragement through each and every one of the other attendees – a sense of knowing, a nurturing familiarity. There is something to that. When someone you’ve never met strikes up a conversation in the lunch line or at the bathroom sink and through her listening you find your story and through her telling you find His glory. Those moments brim my tears, even now. I can’t count them.
All the little ways.
God is a master weaver. He notices and counts each of the tiniest details of your life and intricately places them in perfect harmony with the next. He weaves them all together to spread His glory.
I have much to unpack, and as I do I am left breathless by His faithfulness, by His glory.