What a powerful weekend.
This weekend took place almost three weeks ago.
Awakening is a conference that the World Race does when more than two squads are in the same region of the world. When we arrived in Ecuador, there just so happened to be three squads in the region of South America, so we planned an Awakening.
It was incredible.
Any time we have the opportunity to get with other squads, it is always a super-sweet time. The Lord was so present, and he revealed himself in a lot of ways. We worshiped hard, we had fun, we listened to teachings, we danced, did listening prayer, evangelized and so much more.
You may be wondering why I am sharing this with you. It’s because I never expected the Lord to meet me in such a powerful way.
As I recently have talked about, Malawi was hard for me. So often, I tend to show the glorious times of the race but fail to share the hard not-so-fun times. Malawi was a spiritually heavy place, and although I loved it, it was a hard time. I had just gotten done with two months in Malawi and had just arrived in Ecuador. Showing up to Awakening, our squad had no idea what was happening, and none of us had high expectations.
We were going in blindly, but let me tell you something about the Holy Spirit. We had nothing planned, but the Holy Spirit did.
The Lord came in, wrecked my world, spoke to me about so many things I was seeking him on and he moved.
A weekend I never expected was quickly one of the best weekends of my life.
The Lord doesn’t give us warning when he is going to come in and take our hearts. He doesn’t give us warning when we are going to encounter him. He comes, he moves and he leaves us so in awe of him.
I am thankful that I have an unexpected God, that I have a God who does so much work in my life unexpectedly, that I have a God who is not limited, a God who reveals himself in the sweetest of ways.
And most times, he comes when we least expect it.
He reminded me that his cross means freedom; his cross means sacrifice.
He reminded me not to get in the way of the grace that he so gracefully pours out over me.
He reminded me to be free around those who are enslaved, and through that I can show Jesus.
He reminded me to be strong enough to stand up for myself but weak enough to submit to him.
He reminded me to have a yes in my spirit.
He reminded me to just go with it when I don’t know where I’m going.
But most of all, he reminded me how good of a Father he is, and for that, I am so thankful.
Keia Blair is a Seymour native who attends Cincinnati Christian University. During her nine-month mission trip around the world, she is submitting a series of blogs that will appear in The Tribune. Send comments to [email protected].