Scattered Consideration

Everybody hurts.
Everybody grieves.
Everybody moves.
And everybody stands still.
Everybody drives.
And everybody rides.

I've been wrestling in my mind with a lot lately.
Wanting to disconnect. No longer wanting to invest in people I've been investing in for years.
I've been personally unengaged. Enthused still, yet unengaged.

Purpose= being
Calling = doing
Doing flows out of being: that's the difference between Mary and Martha.

And then it was like I was plugged into an electrical socket all of the sudden.
I was MADE for ministry. It energizes me. Gives me strength, calls out my zeal and allows my heart to lean in closely.

I lovvvvvve His presence.
I love the depth of who He is- because he always has so much more to offer me, the deeper I delve into his Spirit.

No wonder we're called to be a Holy habitation: a place where His presence is always found. That is why atmospheres can change when WE walk into a room- we carry the very presence of God. There is automatically a shift.

Man and he longs to have a resting place in us. He WANTS to dwell in and around us.
Mind numbing concept.

There's this Hallelujah song I've run into 3x randomly this week, AFTER I'd thought momentarily about doing it this coming Saturday night. I think it carries some serious sort of anointing. I think it carries a tenderness of the Holy Spirit to prompt you to posture your heart as if leaning in closer or something.
Its a chorus that moves.

I love happening upon people, and circumstances that push my faith, and force me to walk it out.
It stirs me.

The same power that conquered the grave lives in me.