I entered Allume in this posture…arms wide out, eyes closed, heart to heaven…and I have to be honest and say I’m feeling pretty much the same way here on the other side of it.
For well over a year I spent hours, days, weeks, and months investing in speakers, sponsorship partners, attendees, and the Allume team, and I just hoped and prayed that in the end that it would matter to people, and would be a pleasing aroma to the Lord.
The past few days as I’ve tried to process all that happened, I find myself arms wide and face to heaven again. I am overwhelmed by all that God did. The way He moved, invited, and changed hearts all around me. I’m astounded that He allows me to sow into his children in this way…into his sons and daughters…into His Kingdom.
“But Lord,” I’ve cried over and over until I’m tired of hearing and saying it myself… “Who am I?”
“You’re my daughter…same as all the women who come…no different…I just want to know if you’ll do this if I ask you.”
“Yes…” I’ve said it aloud to the air, whispered quiet in the heavens, wrestled deep in my soul. “Yes Lord… I don’t know what you want, or how I can help you, but I’ll do what you ask. Please just tell me what to do… I have no interest in just manufacturing another event. I only want this if it means we all get more of you.”
And it wasn’t. It wasn’t another event.
Allume was a convening of souls… a meeting of kindreds…a splaying out of our innards for the King of Kings, and an invitation set forth for Him to come and invade all we think we are and to transform all we think we are not.
We are masterpieces of the ultimate creative… the opus magnum of a heavenly composer…we are his workmanship, and He invited us to join Him at His table this past weekend at Allume.
Months ago, the Lord gave us Revelation 3:20 for this year’s conference…”Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”
We listened. He knocked. We opened and invited Him in… and we communed with Him for days.
A life of invitation begins in the soil of a heart cultivated by the love of the Father, and oh how he loved on us this weekend.
And so still, I stand humbled…arms wide in awe of the one who spread His arms open for us. My own heart stretched out as He reaches and beckons us to partake in the ultimate invitation He extends of His own life.
What other posture is there but this?