It’s been a month since I’ve even written here in this space…no surprise really since I was running Allume which happened this past weekend.
I want to recap things…the weekend… but, I have to confess that it’s near impossible to recap a weekend when that weekend was really the culmination of an entire year for me.
So I don’t know where to begin. And maybe I begin a year ago when I was on the phone with the kind friends at (in)courage and I cried and said that I had no clue what I was doing. I was handed this thing called Allume, a thing I never looked for or even wanted to dream to do, and suddenly when I realized that my dear friend Sarah Mae was fresh out of vision because she has given so much over the prior 3 years, and that I needed to get some vision, I felt just lost and totally inadequate.
So I cried on the phone with Saul and Lisa Jo, and I got off and called Sarah Mae and was angry that she had “hung me out to dry.”
Or at least that’s how I felt a year ago.
But God knew…and He knew that He had a vision, and that because I didn’t, I’d ask Him to share with me what He wanted to do. So I listened hard. This whole past year I have been on my knees listening hard, making decisions, and then holding them heavenward for holy confirmation to be given.
So this past weekend for me, it was confirmation that I listened and heard Him speaking, because the King of Heaven and Earth showed up in that space, and for 3 days, the Hyatt Regency Greenville became holy ground.
I had felt for months that Christ-centered identity would be spoken, that there would be exhortation for faithfulness in the still places before we’d be called into louder ones, that a brokenness would be permitted, life would be breathed onto dry bones, and then that from the fullness that we have in Christ, that we would be made aware of the overflow and the generosity we can then pour out. I had never known how that would happen, but it began with Ann, continued with Melanie, broke open with Jennie, breathed life with Bianca, and then poured out with Jeff. And in between in all of the sessions, more of the same…a calling, a filling, and an outpouring.
The body of Christ united not just by what we do (the writing, the blogging), but by who we are, and why we do what we do.
I’m still spinning from it all. Soaking up the joy of a revival that I believe was birthed in many hearts as we spent our time together. And I’m taking a couple of weeks to celebrate God’s goodness of what has been done, and asking for his wisdom to see where He leads us all together next. And I have a few ideas, but just like this year, I can have ideas and plan up to a certain point, but the space that made what we shared so holy, was in the parts that God did, that we couldn’t begin to know.