One of my favorite moments in D.C. was a jam session with a homeless man and a hippie. My friend and I were waiting in a long line for cupcakes. Two men were playing music to entertain the crowd and I was longing to be a part of it. I went from “I’m about to jump in, watch me” to “no, maybe not” to “I’m going to regret it if I don’t.” Nothing lost, 2 new friends gained.
The Holy Spirit’s pull to share music and the story of Jesus changing me was too strong to ignore. It bubbles up at the surface until I obey. I can remember almost every moment when I have said “yes!” Every “yes!” a divine appointment.
However, sometimes I ignore the Spirit’s pull completely and I miss out entirely. I wonder often on how often I push it away because it requires me to be uncomfortable. I can already think of a woman from downtown just this last week, I kept on driving when He clearly said “stop!” I missed out on an divine appointment.
What if we lived our lives in holy anticipation for a God-moved life? I prayed today “I don’t want to move anymore without you telling me to jump in.” We have to be open and receptive, readily awaiting for His voice to say “jump in, I’m watching.” It requires the Word, sensitivity to the Spirit and open eyes. What are your eyes glued to that keeps you from looking up around you?