Soaking

So last night, we went to the Station Road house, where they do the DTS (discipleship training school) and BLS (basic leadership school). We had a time of hanging out, with a visiting team from Perth, Aust. Then we dove in. Soaking is just a time of being with God, spending time in His presence, really feeling him and listening intently. We did an hour and a half long worship session, where we just sang to God and let him wash over us. I forgot what it was like to be with such a large passionate group as this. It was a room full of people, who love the same God, worship the same Jesus, and live by the same Spirit, raising their voices together to honor Him. We filled the house with our sounds of praise and honor and adoration. Where two or more are gathered, there He is also. Once I got into that setting, I never wanted to leave. Can we not have that all the time? Why is worship not our lifestyle? Because we forget how good God is. Because we leave that room thinking, that was great. But those moments are nothing more than a pit stop. Our life is the race. We should be in that driver's seat, racing towards our Love and Creator, enjoying the ride all the while. those pit stops are when we gather, when we stand together, to awe over his love and mercy. All he wants is for us to trust him. that's really what the serpent stole in the garden. not our innocence, or our purity, but our ability to trust God fully. It was a dirty underhanded trick. And it still plagues us today. We don't trust him to have a good future for us, we don't trust him to love us enough, we don't trust him to provide what we need, we don't trust we don't trust we don't trust. It's ridiculous how easy it becomes when we surrender control and let God have what he rightfully owns...our lives. But when we love him, it's a willing submission. Thoughts for the day.