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.