I remember being in the third grade and reading a word that, while I’d heard it more times than I could count, I had never read it.
I remember sounding out the word and that moment when it clicked it my head, connecting the dots from hearing to sight. It was so cool to me to put those together. (If you know me at all, my deep love of words, their meanings, and using them is lifeblood.)
I know that I sound like a broken record, but HOLY SMOKES -- that is exactly what this season is like. (Clarification: not with reading words. I’m actually smarter than that! LOL.) This season of hearing words and being able to articulate what happened in my head and my heart and how God is healing, mending, restoring, transforming, and birthing. It’s so beautiful to me, and I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t cried as many happy tears in the last month as I did sad ones last year. In my very pentacostal heart, I’ve also had daily moments where I want to take a lap because a message I hear or a word I read translates in my heart instantly.
A soul rendezvous, if you will.
Webster defines rendezvous this way: A meeting at an agreed time and place, typically between two people.
God, in his omnipotence set a time and a place. In the moment where I gave my heart to Jesus, the journey was never promised to be easy. In my humanity and in my brokenness, I detoured. BUT GOD. He planned a rendezvous with me.
Isn’t that amazing???
And honestly, this rendezvous is like a scavenger hunt where I keep finding things like joy, hope, words of affirmation, love, kindness, gentleness, and peace – even and especially in places where I never expected it.