A Weekend to Remember Part 1: It's Just the Beginning

A few months ago, I met a guy at a Food Lion. We talked a bit about where we might have known each other from, talked about what churches we went to and what we liked about them, and exchanged numbers. We may send each other a message about once a month, but I haven't really run into him since then.

I knew from the moment I met him it was a divine appointment.

The FamilyLife® Weekend to Remember began on Friday, November 18th, but before we reported for the prayer team, I had report to work. I went in at 5 am, having slept very little for the second night in a row, and under a little bit of stress.

I had been looking at our finances. It didn't look great.

I sent a text to my wife to discuss them. However, less than 5 minutes later I received a text from my aforementioned friend.

The message he sent said:

Unless the Lord Builds the house,

those who build it labor in vain.

Unless the Lord watches over the city,

the watchman stays awake in vain.

It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest,

eating the bread of anxious toil;

for He gives His beloved sleep.

Psalm 127:1-3

No other message, just scripture.

I thanked him, telling him I needed it, then I told him it made me ask 2 questions.

1. God, what house, what refuge are you trying to build or establish in my life right now? 

I have no doubt that this scripture was inspired by God, and I have no doubt that I needed it.

I know I'm not where God wants me occupationally, and I know that God has something in store for me and my best interests.

God IS supplying all of our needs, though maybe not all of our wants, and that's more than okay. It's fantastic!

But things are still tight enough for me to know and rest assured that HE is the one taking care of us.

And He is providing a push to make me want to go towards the promised land.

This leads me to my second question:

2. Where IS our "promised land"?

Uh.

I don't know yet. I know what my gifts are, and I know that God didn't give them to me for me to set them on a shelf and collect dust, so I'm certain those gifts are currently in refinement stages and my heart is being made malleable.

I know I shed tears of joy and sorrow that morning at the revealing of this Word in the moment, when I didn't even know I needed it.

With praise, I said,  “God thank you for hearing what I wasn't even saying.”

With sorrow, I said a prayer for God to open my eyes and to open my ears, and asked Him to open doors, and to give me to have the faith to walk through them.

In the sermon we heard last night, just over a week later (which Alissa wrote about here), the pastor said God uses the “hidden years” to develop in us the things we will need for the future.

David, after his anointing, was used for years in the same role...honing his skills as a shepherd. He was disciplined and knew he had a higher calling – one that was divinely inspired and God given.

He was being trained to be a gentle leader: to care about the, the helpless, the victims of prey, well before he walked in his purpose.

He faced lions and bears which ultimately gave him the skills to face Goliath.

Sometimes our position doesn't match our purpose, but God is using this in order to construct something new.

And sometimes in order to do something new, you have to deconstruct the old.

The things we practice in the dark shine even brighter in the light of day.

(Thank you for those nuggets, Pastor Cyon.)

I am not currently facing a giant, but I will still face a decision to act in faith when the time comes.


My original questions remain unanswered for now, and that's okay.

In His perfect timing, when He thinks I'm ready, He will let me know. If there's one thing I have learned over the last week, it's that nothing happens on accident.

Thus, our Weekend to Remember started before we even arrived on the premises. Alissa and I both felt like God was about to start something new in our lives...and then, we walked into the War Room.

More on that tomorrow....