The month of December is also called month 12 for many racers returning home after their radical journey. For myself the month of December was was like a rubber band. I was stretched to capacity for 11 months only to return to my original state just like that rubber band that snaps back to its shape. Coming home is one of the hardest parts of the race. God does all of these amazing things in you and shows you all of these incredible things he can do and then you return to the place where you were ultimately a totally different person.
I remember coming home and crying for days. I sat in my room where everything was exactly as it was the day I left, a mess. Not a total shocker if you know me, but it was a shocker to me. I wasn’t as messy as I was then and my reactions to messes are different now then they were before the race.
I tried to get out of the house and go “do ministry” and I always found myself at home again on the floor praying for my family. My “ministry” that month was right beneath my nose and I didn’t even know it.
If the race had taught me anything it was that my relief from spiritual battles do not come from man, but through man from God. I was here as a vessel to bring new ideas and the same relief that has stood for thousands of years.
My second night home I sat in the living room with my mom. We were talking casually and all of a sudden I felt it. The lies so apparent were blanketing her like a robe. She was covered in lies and shame from the enemy. Some of them were attached and others just hovering, but they were in her midst none the same.
I stopped her mid sentence and asked her if I could just pray for her. She looked at me amazed and said, “Yes.”
I knelt down before her and took her hands in mine and prayed for my mother. The same woman who prayed for me for 28 years and will continue to do so i’m sure. My mom is a loving woman who knows Christ and she was still covered in lies. How can it be?
This just propelled me to greater heights! More passionate about seeing Gods people reignited with the love that the Father has for them.
That night my mom encountered the love of the Father like never before and I got to experience it with her. He spoke truth into her through me. This is what the race does to you. It wrecks you so that you can no longer have conversations and ignore the prompting of the Holy Spirit.
I just don’t know how to do that anymore.
The Lord made it clear to me that the home that I was living in needed revival and renewal. That was my “ministry” for the month. To bring new life. So I prayed. I worshipped and I declared truth over my family.
Was it hard?
YES!
Did it hurt?
YES!!
Would I do it again??
Double YES!
This is living. It is worth it every. Single. Time.
