Today is 3 weeks since I have returned from revival. I am still in absolute awe and wonder! I have tried to sit down and blog something, anything since returning home but every time I do I become overwhelmed by the love of God and the weight of His manifested glory and presence. The reality of what all transpired is still soaking into every fiber of my being. I simply do not have the human ability to glorify God with my words of His relentless love and favor marked into every single detail of this time together. Here me, every, single, detail. Every encounter, every turn, every song, every sign, everything, He was there. I will simply have to talk out and in time write out ALL the testimonies in the days, weeks, months and years to come. The truth is, I will be testifying for the rest of my life right into heaven all the glorious stories of our time together. All because a relentless Jesus made the extra trip for me, an ordinary girl at her own well of pain and loss who has dropped her buckets of self and is running back into town to tell everyone of the living water that has come. These encounters have become the foundations of what comes next….
Fast forward to this Tuesday. An ordinary Tuesday of accomplishing my workout and now enjoying a quiet lunch while my children are away at school. As I listen to soaking worship music while reflecting on the past several weeks, out of nowhere the presence of the Lord begins to flood the room. I am seated perfectly in an open view with bright sunroom windows and perfect lighting basking in the memories of our time together. I remember fondly this same room before it was recently renovated where I laid upon the couch looking out the window as the sun was rising. The heat and light of the sun beaming upon my face. The tears of joy of simply being in His presence. I knew my Father was with me shining His light upon me. Now here we are again in this same room seated at our quaint wicker table with the sun just nestled through the trees as I feed more on our time together at revival then the very food I am eating.
My daughter, I have put revival in you.
Oh, His presence and words pierced my heart. My only response could be laying prostrate before the Lord. All I wanted to do was lay before Him, in surrender. I had no words yet my heart was speaking. I gathered the little bit of lunch I had left to put away. All I wanted to do was lay before him with my face to the floor. I proceeded to my quiet place. I just could not get comfortable. I went outside and sat on the brick stairs. Restless. I sat on the patio furniture. Still restless. Again I fell to my knees and bowed before the Lord right there on my front porch. Nothing could satisfy the desire to worship the Lord with my whole being. Knees bowed and face to the wooden porch floor was my only comfort in responding to the Lord and the one He is so worthy of.
Revival. Revival in me. A word not of some sort of sensationalism. This word was holy, sacred, sacrificial and required only one response.. humble surrender. I eventually did get settled as the Lord ministered to me deeply and precisely the calling, the cost, and the rich reward. In some ways this moment became a release for me as I better understood what has been actually happening inside of me for weeks now. Finally I gave birth to this blog post – Daddy God has deposited revival in me. Now go tell everyone, REVIVAL IS HERE!
Daddy has heard the cries of His people and has come to bring restoration. He is drawing the hearts of the fathers and children back to one another. He is breaking off rebellion and dealing with injustices. He is indeed healing our land through a surrendered and whole body of believers who say yes all the way to the death of themselves. Not to a movement but to a forever commitment to live surrendered yet FULLY ALIVE to Christ. The world is waiting to meet revival in you. Ready to drop the buckets?
They will spring up among the grass like willows by the watercourses. One will say, I am the Lord’s; another will write with his hand, The Lord’s.
Isaiah 44:4-5
Love, Ashley Shuell Journalist for Jesus 💕
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