When I was in college, a friend of mine challenged me to start memorizing scripture with her. I learned in that season that writing the word of God on my heart changed the way I thought of Him, the way I talked to Him in my prayer life and the way I worshiped Him. I’ve been feeling challenged recently to start writing scripture on my heart in this season — to make it a normal part of my devotional life again. So every Monday, I’m sharing the scripture I’m memorizing that week, with a story and song to go with it. Because it matters that we write the word of God on our hearts, and that we think of Him and worship Him from that place.
The nations shall see your righteousness,
and all the kings your glory,
and you shall be called by a new name
that the mouth of the Lord will give.
You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the Lord,
and a royal diadem in the hand of your God.
You shall no more be termed Forsaken,
and your land shall no more be termed Desolate,
but you shall be called My Delight Is in Her,
and your land Married;
for the Lord delights in you,
and your land shall be married.
I heard someone say once that history belongs to the intercessors. That those of us who pray are the ones building and writing history with God & in His kingdom. What walking closely with Jesus for almost 10 years has taught me is that there is so much truth to that statement. That something powerful happens when we write these promises from scripture on our hearts and call them forth in our lives.
Church planting is not for the faint of heart, y’all. It is the hardest and most amazing adventure I’ve ever been on with God. We literally moved into a desert valley, just because He asked us to, believing Him to bring streams to the desert & rivers to the wasteland… and He’s doing it!
I started praying these words from Isaiah 62 over Salt Lake City a couple of years ago, when God first spoke that this was the land He was calling us to. I started believing Him to redeem and restore this place that’s been so long forsaken by the Church. I started imagining that perhaps the mountains that encircle our city are the prophetic picture of that crown of beauty mentioned in this scripture.
I prayed these words over Salt Lake City like they were a promise written just for this place.
A couple of Sundays ago, a lady in our church pulled me aside after the service and asked if she could pray for me. She began to quote these exact words from Isaiah 62, and I wept as I realized in that moment that me and Salt Lake City are not so different.
Broken and barren. Desolate and discouraged. Marked by a long and exhausting season of feeling forgotten about or overlooked or outright neglected by God.
And then I began to recall all the ways I’m seeing God fulfill these promises from scripture in our city. Transforming lives that will transform a city. Renaming it for all the rest of history: A city no longer forsaken.
I felt challenged in that moment to believe the same is true of my story. That I shall no longer be termed Desolate. That I could believe and declare this promise from scripture is true of my life also — the same way I spent years declaring its truth over our city, and now am seeing God do exactly what He promised.
I felt challenged to believe again that a God of miracles is the Author of every piece of my story. That it is far from over. That my Champion is not dead, but alive — and that He intends to bring life to everything that feels dead in my story.
So, here’s to making history, believing that everything He says is true. Even when we can’t see it. Even when we don’t feel it. The miracle is on its way. It has to be — it’s just what He does.
“God of Miracles”
Everything and Nothing Less