I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
It’s about 9PM on a Sunday evening. I just popped onto iHOP KC and joined in for their worship session and it was great. It was great worship and communion time with Christ. i chatted with him about the previous year, the year ahead of me, inviting him in and surrendering myself to him. I prayed for people that were on my heart and he placed people that were on his heart for me. A couple days afterwards someone I was able to witness to actually reached out to me. I look forward to what God is going to do in this young mans life.
Last year was most definitely a tipping point for me and my life. I grew so much in all areas of my life and none of it would have been possible without Christ. Answered prayers of finding not one, but multiple mentors, being integrated into a church, finding not one but two small groups, Him allowing me to be a leader within these groups, and just so much more he has done in my life. He alone has allowed me to do all of these things this year.
There has just been such an abundance of everything in my life, relationships, love, financial increase, quality of mentality, people, the list could continue forever. In thinking about all of this I am reminded of a few years ago with a chat with my financial adviser, “Steven, you have accomplished much this year, take some time, reflect on it and just appreciate all it is that you have done and accomplished.”
That right there is something that is far more challenging to me than it seems. But I will do my best to really appreciate it and more importantly appreciate the provider. I am feeling called to be in a slower season in life and most definitely enjoying it and want to really take the time and be present and sit in and enjoy all of this that
“Follow effective action with quiet reflection. From quiet reflection will come even more effective action.” Peter F. Drucker