As I sit in my wilderness closet I find peace among the birds singing ever so uniquely. There must be many lifting up their voices all at once, yet with a distinct sound all their own. As I decided to have a morning of only praising Him, I found an old unction that I confess has been lost to me for some time. As the music recounted the many mountains the Lord faithfully helps us over, and through, I got lost in His heart and began to dance. It really didn’t matter to me if anyone happened into the cemetery where we meet… it was of no thought. If only my arms could stretch beyond human ability as if desperately trying to reach His arms on the throne. Worship…. has always been a unique and beautiful word to me. Somehow as I knelt on the gravel and the tears began to pour my heart sang Blessed be the Lord... over and over… and the wind began to blow ever so gently letting me know He was watching. Elohim misses not one moment…

There is a precious moment for a worshiper where you do become lost in Him. Whether He beckons me to a sweet altar or to the invisible one in our cemetery closet….there is a sweet moment when all else is simply gone and it’s just you and Him.

Often upon a platform as my eyes close there are no more people in my view… only my Father… My Lord…my Jesus.  This love I’ve come to know intimately. This is an entering in that can not be taught…. it is a yearning of ones heart. A desperation to get closer to The King. There is no more audience…only One.

“I wish I could dance better for you, Lord”… I found myself saying… but my meager attempt as a ballerina must have pleased Him…. it was a resurrection of a heart that once danced often for and with Him.

Life has a way of draining you it seems and many today have lost their child like wonder, their joy, their God given dreams, and the gentleness Christ once hand weaved into their hearts. Many are unrecognizable from who they once were. However, the Lord is ready to restore all the enemy has robbed from Gods people. It is a message He has whispered to me over and over this week.

He is here now to restore that which the locusts ate. He will restore your heart, your vision, your calling, your dance. He will restore your song, your gentleness, your hope, and your dreams.

He will restore your brokenness, your crooked path, your home, and your reputation.

He will also restore His Church….

There is a cry from the throne to worship Him in Spirit and Truth. One cannot survive without the other and it is time the two return together.

The true worshipers will now arise….

May we once again get lost in His heart and see no audience… only The One… we worship. As we do… He will begin to restore the years the locusts ate… one promise at a time🦋

Love Much,