“Drench my soul with your living water.”
I attended a conference two weekends ago. A friend caught me on Facebook in the early morning hours: she had been praying and interceding, I had been syncing podcasts before making a slew of cheese eggs (because boy howdy, my kids can eat cheese eggs). She told me about this conference: The Sound of Heaven. I knew about it but thought I was going to be out of town at my folks. I mentioned it to my mama casually and quickly received an email from my dad saying he’d love to go with me, my mama would watch the kids, and Jason could do whatever he’d like: win for all!
I was scared to go, honestly. It’s a worship gathering that seems to shine Truth and Love, with a strong abiding in the prophetic, and I was a little scared that I might get scorched … or that I might not. As we drove to the evening conference, a double rainbow blazed overhead. No, it didn’t end on the building, but it was the most vivid rainbow I’ve seen in a long time. Perhaps it’s brilliance was amplified in comparison to the dull grayness I’ve existed in for the past many months.
I remembered the flannel-graph story of Noah that I learned as a child and sensed a voice reminding me: “The rainbow is a promise: I promised never to destroy the Earth again. And I promise not to destroy you.” I realized I had a fear that God was going to wipe me out: a lie. This moment would be the first of the tears that flowed all weekend, and into the next week, and that are still present when I abide in certain moments.
During one worship session the speaker talked about God raining down and wells springing up. Having grown up in the church, I figured I’d have a mental image of rain falling from the roof of my meeting for worship flowing out into the streets. Instead, typical of God, it was the complete opposite. I saw wells springing up in my neighborhood park, flooding the houses, kids playing, adults being drawn out of their closed homes to see what was going on. I saw wells springing up in neighborhoods all over Newberg.
And I saw in particular geysers in the neighborhoods around Newberg Friends, gushing, flowing over into the streets, parks, parking lots, and into the church building. Beginning in the social hall/kids Sunday School rooms the water rushed in, flowing upwards to the sanctuary, up past the balcony, blasting off the roof, shooting powerfully into the air and raining back down on the flooded streets.
My hope is kindled.
My family attended a worship gathering on Sunday night. The theme of the night centered around dreaming about the future for this gathering. One person commented that he dreamed about the gathering looking more like the people in the neighborhood: that our physical neighbors would be drawn to participate. I didn’t feel comfortable sharing my image because we don’t normally worship with this group: it felt intrusive.
This picture feels like it was meant for the larger Gathering. So I share it here (if anyone is reading this little blog still). 🙂
I’m not sure what it means: I don’t need to know. I get to abide, watch God work, and participate where He calls. I want to spread the call of Love and Hope and Joy that God blesses us to live in. Outside of the box. Magnified in community. Showering down love.
“Come like a flood and saturate me now: You’re all I want.”