But I knew He was calling. I could hear His voice. Ever have that? You know He’s speaking, but you can’t make out the words? Like the wind picks them up and carries them off before they can reach your heart.
Until you draw closer. Until you get up from your wilderness spot where you’ve set up camp and head toward the sound of the voice that makes the hunger in you start to gnaw.
Until you get close enough to realize He’s saying the last thing you expected to hear.
“So we see that they were not able to enter, because of their unbelief.”
Third chapter of Hebrews hit me like a brick in the back of the head. Those people who seem so far removed from me wandered in their wilderness until they died because they did not believe God.
I had stopped believing (cue Journey song. In your head. All day. You’re welcome).
And from the book of Hebrews His voice rose to meet my weary hunger. “Wilderness wandering is not your destiny. It is not what I had for them, and it is not what I have for you.
Do you believe Me?”
I read and remembered and cried because I don’t know what happened.
I read and remembered that my life is proof that God hears and God moves.
I read and remembered that all things are possible with God.
I read and remembered what I believe.
And I don’t know if I came out of the wilderness, or if He tired of calling me and came in after me.
All I know is His voice is clear, His call for me this year is certain, no longer vague and wispy, lost in the hot wind of my wilderness.
This year, I will pray again with boldness and passion. I will ask Him for impossibles because I believe all things become possible in His hand.
I will pray for those I love who do not walk with Him to have knock down encounters with the living God. Encounters that leave no room for doubt that Jesus Christ is both Lord and Savior and that the danger to their soul does not pass with magic words but with knees that bow and necks that bend.
I will pray for marriages to be restored and not just restored but made brand new.
I will pray that depression and despair pack their bags and depart from the Beloved and that the door hits them firm on their way out.
I will pray for the broken to be healed, the chained to be set free and the lukewarm to be set on fire.
I will pray for prodigals to come to their senses and come running home to a Father that is waiting to kiss their neck.
I will pray for power from on high to come upon the Bride of Christ and make her into the formidable foe to darkness that she is meant to be.
I will pray because I believe God moves and the spiritual realm shifts to attention when the people of God cry out from the faith He has given them.
I will not pray from a place of desperation or resignation. I will not utter words from my lips while my heart remains silent in unbelief.
I will not pray for what is possible for man, but for what is only possible for an all powerful God who sits on the throne of heaven with His feet on the footstool of earth.
This year, I will pray because I believe God.
This year, I will not die in the wilderness.