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Enough.

What is enough?

I guess you could carve out enough as being of ample provision. If something is enough, it will satisfy your immediate need. 

Quench your thirst. 

Enough is an amount. 

So last Thursday I went to a worship and prayer evening at Westborough URC in Guildford with a guy called Sean Feucht from an organisation/movement called Burn 24/7 (http://burn24-7.com).

For me? It was amazing. Ever since that night, I have been changed...because I was in His presence...the courts of the King.

I started the night praying something that had been coming out whenever I had been writing in the approaching days of wanting a glimpse of God. Wanting to touch the hem of his garment and have a face to face encounter with Him who was and is and is to come. 

And you know how you start a night of worship with something in mind and God fulfills that in a completely different way to that which you would expect. When I think of a face to face encounter I think of seeing in my minds eye, in my spirit what Jesus looks like.

But what ended up happening for me, I think was an encounter of the heart of God. Having a revelation of just who God is and responding to the call that is upon myself and the Church as His sons and daughters.

There was a part in the evening where Sean started singing about God being more than enough. And as all 50 or so of us (some more acclimatised to the stylings of worship than others) joined in on that I started in my own space to pray out loud about God. About how He is more than enough. About how he can change a nation. A continent. This planet. In a whole day should he so choose. 

He can make the most scarlet of garments appear white as snow.  He can take a persons broken heart and restore it. 

He is more than enough to restore love and worth and identity to the 18 year who sells her body in the night in slavery. 

He is more than enough to change this city. Our city. Any city.

More than enough to shine in the darkness and poverty that lies on our doorstep.

It almost breaks my head when I think of it. 

I have more than this to say. But it's still rebounding my head and I can't wuite make sens of it just yet.

So until then.

It was a Saturday night when I first heard it...we started at 8pm.
In one of the top rooms at the Guildford Baptist Centre where numerous men and women young or old from around our fair city had spent in prayer that week. 
We went in not just to spend time in prayer, but to spend time in worship. You know those times when you get together and worship just for the sake of worship? Those times when you come just to pour perfume upon the Saviours feet...to lavish all that we are upon all that He is. 
It was one of those.
I think it was after some light catch up conversation and discussion of what everyone was feeling in the air, that we listened to this track. This track that I know some of you have heard. The 22 minute monster from IHOP that asks 'Do you know the way that you move me?'.
If you haven't already heard it, then you should. 

I've been fortunate enough to have some time off this Easter. Last week, I went and met my first nephew, William David Norton Cornall...who is soon to be joined by another nephew or neice. On Tuesday I went for a walk...kinda like Forrest Gump went for a run. I discovered some woods not too far from where I lodge on Monday and so liked them that I went to explore some more on Tuesday. It was just one of those days where I got to the top of one hill and wanted to find another hill that went higher so I ended up walking 10 miles.
Anyway.
On my train journeys and on the numerous little rambles I have taken this week I have been listening to that track. 
Each time I listen to it, I go back to the question of whether or not it is actually possible for me to move the heart of God. To stir God's heart. 
I mean what have I got that could do that?

I think that each one of us has the capability to move the heart of God. We each have the capacity either, in prayer or worship or in compassion, the ability to move and stir the heart of God. 
I find it astounding that whilst God was knitting me together in the womb of my mother, that he would be placing the things that move my heart in there aswell. The things that I love in life, God put them there. 
So he knows what moves me. He knows that there is no other place that I would rather be than in His courts, singing songs of praise to Him. He knows that I long to see rivers of living water flow amongst his people. And that I would be lost without all He has done for me. 
There is so much more.

My point being. 
That when we seek God in the light of something He has placed upon our hearts, surely we can move Him. Surely if we ask Him to render the heavens and come down, He will. 

The idea of being able to move the heart of God for me is quite mind blowing...because it suggests that God would care about who I am. 

In Jesus, my hope is cast.
May the hope of the Saviour hold strong for all my days.
For the call of Christ is so strong and intriguing, what reason would I have to pass it up or ignore?
For far greater is the Saviour that is in me than those the world offers me.
In Jesus, my hope is not disappointed. 
My heart can never be cast down.
For He is king of all and the Saviour of my soul.
He is my very cause.
My very reason.
All of my days.