What He Does to Me

Last Saturday was one of those really long days

where you go from meeting to meeting with barely a breath in between. After waiting over an hour for what was supposed to be a quick, easy dinner, all I wanted to do was go home and curl up in front of the TV with some mango froyo and veg (health-conscious style).

But there was a prayer meeting I was supposed to attend that evening, and my friend said I should go because if I didn’t, I would miss out.

I didn’t believe her, but I went.

As soon as worship started, the tears of gratefulness and amazement came.

Last week I was weighed down with stress about the upcoming two weeks (which are filled with Cambodia missions, playing in my friend’s wedding, and volunteering at a 3-day arts and crafts camp for orphan girls, among other things). I was worried that I might get sick, that I might not be able to handle it all. I had spent entire days in bed watching TV, convinced I was fighting various illnesses (which I may have been). But during worship, everything suddenly fell away. I felt light again, carefree.

And I realized that TV wasn’t what I needed, froyo certainly wasn’t what I needed, it was Him. Just Him.

I don’t know why it surprises me every time, but it does. The place of true refreshing, true peace, and true joy is His presence. It doesn’t matter how packed my schedule is. It doesn’t matter how many unanswered questions are brewing in my mind. This is what He does to me: He sets me free.

Every time I encounter Him, He reveals that He is so much better than I thought. Every time.

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Elizabeth is an American living in South Korea who believes in destiny, miracles, and living life intentionally. She holds to simple faith in a complex world, values the beauty of the everyday, and strives for vulnerability with other imperfect humans. She is always learning, laughing, and finding herself in awe of grace.

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