I am writing to you today from the front lines of the uprising, and hope this finds you well. Today is day 24 of the Revolution of my Heart, and it is surprisingly quiet here. I expected things to be much different, and am uncertain as to the actual status of the battle.
In the beginning of the uprising I felt a stirring in my soul that God was on the move, and was about to unleash His powers like a torrent of holiness. Imagine my surprise when after the initial excitement, the Revolution did not take the shape I had expected.
I’ve spent the first 3 weeks of this insurrection being sick. Not just a head cold, but fairly debilitated and completely distracted. My energy has been sapped and I am racked with guilt over my inability to fully participate in the uprising. There is a force at work that does not want this holy overthrow to occur and opposition seems to be ever present.
My hope is, that desire and desperation are once again able to join forces and mount an attack that will put me back on the front lines of the revolution.
I am realizing, I have been making demands of the Lord. While I know Revolutions take time, I have been expecting God to show up in my life in some pre – conceived form and timetable.
I have taken the posture in my heart that God is somehow the hold up. I tap my watch as if to try and hurry up His holy process while growing more and more impatient with waiting.
I know this is going to be a longer process than I anticipated, mostly because I have been questioning God’s methods. I am learning that in order to be transformed, I need to first be still. In His graciousness I was given an opportunity to be still, but allowed other things to distract me.
So, as I allow the sediment in my heart to settle, I will wait for the Lord.
I hope to hear from you soon and pray you are drawing near to Him during this season of Lent, especially if you find yourself in the midst of an uprising.