Renew – verb. To resume after an interruption.
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength... - Isaiah 40:31
I have a hard time identifying my favorite scripture, because I LOVE so many. It’s like asking, which is my favorite: strawberry cheesecake or cherry cheesecake? Ummm, they’re both equally delicious and make me dance with delight. Making me choose a favorite is not only ridiculous, but unjust. With that said, I LOVE Isaiah 40:31, it is ONE of my favorite scriptures! Smile.
Over the last several months, I felt unusually tired. I felt blah. I fell into a bad state of complacency and I was struggling, just to do the bare necessities.
Trust in the Lord and lean not on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:4
May 2016, I decided that my daughter and I were going to move out of the county that she knew all her life and the space I called home since 12 years old...good ole Delaware County, better known as Delco to its proud residents.
Wait a minute, let me correct myself – as I smack my hand.
Here we go: in 2016, the Lord placed in my spirit the desire to move from the place my daughter and I called home, Delaware County (Delco!).
I'm trying really hard to get up at least 30 minutes earlier than normal to get a good ole fashion, on bended knee prayer in before I start the day. Notice I said get up not wake up. I find myself waking up, without a problem, it's the getting out the bed that is. I'll lie there, under the snug covers, and pray until I hear the back up alarm go off. I don't trust myself. I set two alarms 30 minutes a part because too often I discover that I had fallen back to sleep. Sorry Lord. :(
I'm challenging myself to wake up, then get up and down on my knees to pray every day for seven days straight. That's right, I'm starting with a week, something I know I can handle. Yes, I pray. I pray daily but I want to sacrifice my early morning comfort as an offering to God. I might disrupt some hefty church teaching with what I am about to say, so be warned.
I was 17 years old when I was first introduced to faith. My mother began attending Friday night services to "hear from a man, who had a word from the Lord" from Atlanta, Georgia – this is exactly how he was being referred to at the time. I thought it was way overdone, but I was soon to be corrected. He started coming to Philly for revivals, which then turned into consistent Friday night services, which eventually led to him starting and growing a church in the city of brotherly love.
He was on fire for Jesus and had the gift of healing, miracles, and prophecy. I had never seen anything like what I saw in those services anywhere, not even on the televangelist programs that I watched with the side eye – ummm everybody is getting up from the wheelchair, okay.
What was happening in TV land was highly questionable to me, but what I saw, firsthand,
for we walk by faith, and not by sight.