WEEK 4: Miracles on Miracles

To say that this week was crazy is a major understatement. This “crazy” that I’m talking about encapsulates a whole mix of things, from expectations being beat to my heart being so overwhelmed by the love and power of the Holy Spirit moving every which way. Coming back home, people are sure to ask about how my trip went, what I did, who I met, what my highlights were, etc. How do I even begin? To put that all into perfect words that justify what happened (what God did) seems nearly impossible, but I’ll give it a shot.

The song of the week for me was/is “Million Little Miracles” by Elevation Worship & Maverick City Music. There is a verse that says “I hope I never get over what You’ve done,” talking about Jesus’ sacrifice for our lives, as well as the million little miracles that he has done for each one of us. I think about His timing, where if I hadn’t been a few minutes late to that one thing, I wouldn’t have run into that one person. I think about His provision for the clothes on my back, or the food that I am able to eat to sustain my energy for the day’s work. I think about the ability to speak and share my story with others. I think about the ability to hear another person’s story. I think about how that one prayer offered to someone ended up being long-awaited for, and had I not gone down that road, or walked up to that one house, it would have not been said. A million little miracles.

This week, a youth team from Connecticut came with Black Rock Church. God placed me in specific places at exact times so that I might engage in powerful conversations with others, and it only grew my heart for the Lord’s people. One particular moment that struck me was a prayer circle that we had during our “block party,” where neighbors came from across the block to join us for dinner at one of the homes we were working on. A good number of people showed up, and joined us in fellowship, which was nothing but encouraging. Being able to see people come together for the first, second, or third time is an image that I would like to hold on to. All of us stood in a circle, held hands, and prayed. These prayers were powerful, a genuine cry from the heart. I saw the Holy Spirit moving people to speak and share. These people truly cared for each other. This is the kind of thing you treasure. I was in awe of how God knit this together, and began to cry. It wasn’t the type of cry where you could anticipate it coming; tears just started rolling down my face. How awesome is our God? We were able to come together in such fellowship, not because all of us were experts in relationship-building, but because we all shared the love of Christ.

This past month was a time of growth for me. It wasn’t the kind of growth I was expecting, thinking I was going to leave feeling like I was on top of the world, having led a project (I finished the mural by the way!), leading prayer walks, and holding the “intern” title. God used this time to teach me that I don’t have to feel like I am on a high in order to experience the love and power of God. He humbled me, in that I was not the best at every job, or the best at putting things into words, yet He still used me. I have learned so much about who God has called me to be, as a servant for His kingdom, and he has raised so many questions of discernment that I have been praying about. Although it seems frustrating to not have all of the answers at times, I am met with peace.

Though I might not be able to eloquently relay my experiences to you in words that would do justice to all that God has done, I am able to say that I am excited to have been more equipped for whatever God has for me next. This is not to say that I am finished with processing all that has happened, because I have barely begun. With all that the Lord has shown me this month, all the people that I’ve met, all the lessons I’ve learned, I hope I never get over what He’s done.