Praying for a Move of God

Check it. This one is NOT going to be what you think it is. Recently I found myself praying for a mighty move of God like any other I have experienced. I’ve witnessed the miracle of salvation, the miracle of the blind being able to see, an arm growing back in front of my eyes. I’ve had my headaches be healed at the laying on of hands, sicknesses immediately break, and God has even spared me from cancer (long story)! If you don’t believe me, I don’t care. You can’t argue my experience with your opinion. It was with this kind of faith that I was praying that God would move on my behalf and do something inconceivable that I would be able to declare to the world of His glory! I was fervently and with all of my heart praying for the God of the Universe, that knows me by name, that He would show off His power and sovereignty! What was I petitioning my wonderful Heavenly Father for? Oh, just that God would break up this couple so that I could ask this girl out on a date.

I talk to God about everything. I’d imagine that sometimes mine and God’s conversations are similar to a middle school girl’s conversation after she finally got the cell phone she’s always wanted (which if you get an iPhone before the age of 16, I recommend that you sell all that you have and go be a missionary in Uganda). God is portrayed in scripture as a man (there’s some deep theology around these parts but I don’t subscribe to the idea found in the book, “The Shack”, and it’s portrayal of God being similar to Aunt Jemima). #spoileralert Welllll when God and I talk, girls come up. A lot. I ask Him what He thinks of them (it’s usually something like “beautifully and wonderfully made”, “my daughter”, and/or “the apple of mine eye”).

Usually, I find that His opinion of them directly confronts my opinion of them. I see a girl that I’m interested in and I tell God all about how fine she is and what great athletes our kids would be and how excited for sex I am! His response is more along the lines of questions like “Andy, do you even know her? What is her character like? Does she love me (He is allowed to make it all about Himself, He’s G-O-D), and Are you just being shallow?” That last one is my all time favorite. #notreally #quitusinghashtags

When I was praying that God would break them up, it wasn’t me on my knees begging God to speak to both of them in their quiet time about how God has another person for each of them. No sir/ma’am. My prayer was more like, “Hey Jesus, if they break up I’m gonna ask her out.” Not really a super long prayer but it was enough to get the Holy Spirit’s attention. He did his little gig where He softly but firmly convicts me. I was being selfish. I should be happy for them! They found love in a hopeless place.

I am reminded of something that Jesus said once before in the Bible. When John’s disciples showed up and asked Jesus if He was really who He said He was, Jesus told them, “Go and tell John the things you have seen and heard: that the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, the poor have the gospel preached to them. And blessed is he who is not offended because of Me.” (Luke 7:18 NKJV).

This passage busts me up because the only person that would get offended that someone else is getting a miracle is someone that needs a miracle themselves and isn’t getting one… HELLO SINGLE LIFE! (And people say that the Bible isn’t relevant for today!) In my own offense, I would rather hint to the Lord (New Remix: Hint to the Lord all the Earth, let us sing, power and majesty, praise to the King (Uh oh, I’m about to get my worship on) Mountains bow down and the seas will roar at the sounds of your name) I just did a praise break while doing a parenthesis inside a parenthesis! SWEAT ME! ADHD! WOO! As I was saying before I was so rudely distracted, I would rather hint to the Lord about how it would be cool if they break up instead of praying that their relationship makes it and they get married and that God uses their marriage to help others in a culture where marriage is undervalued and criticized.

I realize something. If you’re a girl, everyone loves a cheerleader. If you’re a guy, everyone loves a quarterback all because cheerleaders support and quarterbacks lead. I think if I spent more time leading my team and myself, instead of trying to sabotage (it was only a quick prayer!) another team’s set up, then maybe I’d get the cheerleader. Whether you like football or not, I can see us all in this arena.

Leading myself requires practice. It requires hard work and discipline. It requires focusing on what is on my team and the skills we have together than trying to steal what another team has. I have the Holy Spirit’s fellowship, the grace of Jesus Christ, & the love of the Heavenly Father. That’s one dang good team.

Team Goal #1: Be yourself.

Team Goal #2: Continue to grow into a better leader.

Team Goal #3: Recognize the cheerleader when God sends her to you.

Team Goal #4: Have grace.

That’s my team’s goals. I recommend making your own. Maybe yours look different. Kind of like:

Team Goal #1: Realize that cheering is a huge part of winning.

Team Goal #2: Cheer on the team.

Team Goal #3: Don’t settle for anyone but your personal quarterback.

Side Goal: If he doesn’t live like the quarterback, HE ISN’T THE QB!

Team Goal #4: Have grace.

That was one cheesy post. Jeez. Next thing I’ll do is start waving “Lion of Judah” Banners all over town! Now that would be an awesome move of God.

Andy Walt

Dallas, TX

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