#themove14

Wow! From start to finish, tonight was exactly what I needed. I mean it in the most literal way possible when I say that. The beginning presentation, every song, every word was for me directly. Bro. Avant asked us to testify, and I have too much to say for twitter. Let me start at the beginning. I'm gonna just put it out there and say that I've been dealing with stuff (aren't we all?). As a college grad whose career path hasn't exactly gone in any way I could've planned, the future is definitely a sticky subject for me. There were days that I felt like I had literally failed at life (no, seriously). Thinking about it had me stressed and beat down, and that was only part of the things that kept me up at night. These things aren't easy for me to admit, but someone out there needs to read this. I had let things get to me; I had beat myself up; I had been listening to the Enemy's speeches. I'd been convinced. I went to this service in a desperate place. My opinions of myself/my situation were so grounded in my mind that I didn't realize how desperate I was for a mighty move of the Holy Ghost. Don't get me wrong, it's not like God wasn't moving on me, or my church services. The thing was I needed something more, something new. A reminder. I'm really trying not to write a novel here, so I'll skip the minor details. During the service (like I said, start to finish), God certainly moved on me, and things began to shift in me. I knew this was what I needed. However, when altar call came, I felt like my prayers were hitting a spiritual brick wall. Little discouragements started creeping in again....Things like "this wasn't really for you" and "you prayed, you worshipped earlier, you're done." But no. I wasn't done. I persisted in my prayers. I wanted a new God experience. I wanted to be closer to Him. It was hard. I was stuck in a crowded aisle where people were trying to pass, and I kept getting bumped. It was so hard, and I was getting discouraged. I heard prayers around me. I felt a hand on my head, and a voice in my ear. Can I just take a second and the thankful for men (and women) who are sensitive to the Spirit? Someone was praying for me. With me. He leaned in and told me that even though others couldn't see it, God could see my heart, my desires, and that my praise wasn't insignificant. Bam. That was it. It wasn't super dramatic on the outside, but the final shift on the inside is what matters. I worshipped, I cried, I was reminded of my promises. I'm not sure how long this process took. All I know is when I opened my eyes, I felt refreshed, most everyone was done praying, and about half the congregation was gone. I always enjoy The Move simply because the people involved have such a heart for this generation, and the atmosphere is always so charged with praise that God can't help but to show up and show out. Thank you Jackson Lighthouse for hosting. Most importantly, thank you, God for being so amazing. I could go on and on and on, but I feel like that's enough for now. Thank you for reading. I hope it encourages someone, somewhere.