Disclamer: This was written June 6. We have been in NZ for a bit now, and more on that will come later.
“And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind and it filled the entire house where they were sitting.” Acts 1:19.
I know a God who works in the physical: a spiritual being who chooses to speak and move in ways tangible to a skeptical human. In the past three days, I have experienced—alongside a family I did not know I had—this God move in the elements. (Read my teammates blogs, I am sure some of the amazing stories will be told.) For myself, it was more than physical manifestations.
As I was sifting through what I wanted to say as a snapshot of training camp before we head out to New Zealand, I was frankly, struggling. I’ve been taught so many things throughout this training I did not know which was the best story. However, (get ready for a sappy one-liner) the best story is the one God gives us.
About lunchtime today, God gave me a song. This song was on an album I had been listening to quite a bit in the weeks approaching arrival in Tennessee. I was rather familiar with the musical aspect of the song, loving the mood and structure of it, but I had not thought on the lyrics. Thus all I could recall was this:
There’s something in the wind.
Well, I could not push it out of my mind so I decided to give it a listen. I pulled out my ipod, (which apparently had been playing since I put it in my bag at the airport Friday, thus took forever to actually turn back on when I charged it) and started listening to it.
You know when a song speaks of your life in a way that is unfathomable? I do now.
It starts like this.
There’s something in the wind.
It wants me to die.
To leave all this behind
To let go of these chains and let them fall.
Saturday night God took things from me, broke things inside of me I did not know were there. He set me free. In Acts 2:2 the Holy Spirit shows up in a wind. That night he showed up. My body vibrated. That is not a figure of speech. I speak literally friends. But that wind, it wanted me to die. It wanted me to let go of the weights I had. Yes, I said God took things from me, but afterwards, I had to believe it. I had to believe that I could be (and am) free.
I know I am being vague but, when I see you again friend, ask me about it and I will tell you. What I can tell you is that being broken is painful. I experienced physical REAL pain. But here’s the catch. I now experience spiritual REAL freedom.
Freedom is real. Believe it. God wants freedom for you. And he is real. Just open your eyes and watch him move in the wind.
In Love.
PS I attached the song if you want to have a listen.
