My Lazarus Moment

Yesterday, was life changing in so many ways. It was a monumental celebration of a “new life” for many, including myself. The love, energy & support was totally bananas. It was the first time, I had the privilege to witness so much joy under the same roof in quite awhile. I witnessed strangers become extended family. I watched the genuine sincerity of new relationships form & most importantly, I felt God’s presence. I just know God smiled quite a few times on last night.

The sanctuary felt like an incubator. God was preparing the table & setting the atmosphere for immediate miracles. I felt his shekinah glory occupy new dwellings & reign down like never before. I felt deliverance flow and healing sip through barriers blocking heart rhythms. It felt like Spring in November. God was restoring the desolate, abandoned & dilapidated.

He was making the last—first.

He was restoring hope.

He was reigniting fires that had dwindled down by disappointments, rejections & brokenness.

He was making “babies” leap.

He was in “complete control.”

What seemed unfamiliar and out of place became a safe haven. Empty vessels were being filled. People were rejoicing in adoration and marveling in amazement at the transformations taking place by His might.

Even I was astonished by his sovereign work, he was everywhere at the same time—moving from heart to heart. I was overwhelmed with complete joy. Everyone was getting more than their portion. Childhood needs were being fulfilled after decades of neglect. Growing pains that had resurfaced were being washed away. Evil past exploits became testimonies of triumph. Victory filled the temple.

In my moments of worship, I closed my eyes & reverenced Him for all that was taking place. My gratitude beat in sync with His. We were on one accord. Our relationship had evolved. It was no longer one-sided. I received his love without guilt or shame. I was finally “complete” in Him.

Then God dropped this familiar scripture in my heart (John 11:43-44) Then Jesus shouted, “Lazarus, come out!” And Lazarus came out, bound in grave clothes, his face wrapped in a head cloth. Jesus told them, “Unwrap him and let him go!”

When I opened my eyes, I realized - I was Lazarus.

Take the limits off God. If He did it for little, old broken me, surely He can do it for you. Not only can “I LOVE BUT I CAN RECEIVE LOVE!”

Love & Blessings

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