One month in Guatemala.

My eyes have been opened in unexpected, yet beautiful ways. The last years preparing me for these exact moments I’m living in now.

I’m learning to not rush this season and not rush the Lord. It’s ok to live slow. To learn to be present right now. I think life is better that way.

I’m learning that preparation for what’s to come, and what’s already been happening, has been daily in the making. Years in the making.

My heart is becoming awakened to the discontentment I feel living a normal life.

I’m learning to live in the days between one and forty. The days of intimacy and conviction. The days we either hold onto the faithfulness of God or we waver. Where our character is grown as we seek the Father or we are shattered because our identity is only found in a promise fulfilled.

I’m eager to witness reconciliation between people and God.

I’m hungry for revival and encounter in people as they are awakened to Holy Spirit.

Im expectant to see people walking in deeper intimacy, deeper authority, and deeper levels of freedom.

These are the middle days.

Filled with refinement and intimacy.

Continually met with deeper calls to humility and hunger.

I have to lean in more.

I get to surrender more.

Such a sweet season.