On Saturday Night I went to a service that was quite a bit different than IHOP. Right before I went, my friend Karen and I discussed the scripture that talks about "My children shall perish for lack of knowledge..." There's more to it than that, but that part of the verse gripped me as we spoke.
My Children.
Not the world...My Children...
Then we went to service.
For the first time in quite a while, I sat in the back of a service during ministry time and interceded for the people in the service. I didn't go up for prayer. I didn't go up to prophesy. I sat in the back and prayed.
I was in a room full of people who knew they needed a touch from God. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been there.
I think in our society people are hungry for a touch. A touch of anything.
This isn't new to me. I've watched people over the years fill the void with things other than the Lord. I get that.
But, when I sat there and watched people run to a person and not Jesus, my heart sank.
And since then, I have had a new burden for God's kids.
I encountered God over the weekend. Not at that service, but at other services, and I know how that can change a person.
I want everyone to meet God like that.
Not just in a "Yeah, I know God," but in a "Yeah, guess what happened to me! Listen to what God did in my life" kind of way. That's why I love to drive the shuttle. I get to hear that!
So, I will continue to pray....and pray...and pray...
Life.
Is.
Good.
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