Poland: Made To Worship

The eight of us made our way from Krakow to Rzeszow to join the rest of our group and our team was finally reunited. The following day, on Monday, we focused on rest and revival through worship. We had made it to the Solid Rock Missions base and we journeyed up this small mountain to pray for the city. At the top of this mountain, there was a large metal cross that overlooked the city. The view was stunning and the clouds rolled above us allowing sunbeams to pass through every so often.

As a group we began to pray, sing, and dance. We expressed ourselves in any way we wanted to and we allowed God to move. God allowed me to experience His mighty power once again. In a moment of faith, I chose to pray aloud. (If you read the prior post you would know how scary that is for me to do.) I prayed for the Lord to breathe life into the people in Rzeszow. To fill their lungs with His living breath and to send a wind that entrapped their souls in a loving embrace. An embrace of peace, hope, and healing. As I was praying for these things, a strong gust of wind swept through and it got stronger and stronger as we prayed and worshiped together. No one could deny the power of the winds strength. As we ended our time of prayer and worship, the wind died down and the air was still. I knew in that moment God was with us on the mountain and God was with the people down below us in the valley. He sent a wind over everyone and not because I asked Him to but because He chose to let us know we were not alone. God was working in the midst of suffering and He is continuing to work even now.

Two very present parts of this trip were worship and prayer. We worshiped constantly. In the house we were staying at, at the Missions Base, in the van to and from places, at the places we visited: everywhere. The cool thing about being in a constant state of prayer and worship is that God’s presence never seems to leave. You can start singing and a whole choir just joins in and sings alongside you. You can start praying aloud and people earnestly join in. It feels like a glimpse of Heaven. Being in a community where you can praise God and not be judged for it. Where the people beside you join in as you praise the Lord. That’s absolutely beautiful! And not only is it beautiful to me but imagine watching a group go around praising God despite where they’re at or what they’re doing. No one in the group judges. No one feels embarrassed or looks around at what other people are doing. Everyone is focused on praising the Lord and sharing in His presence of joy.

As humans, I feel like we were made to worship. We were made to let the depths of our souls be poured out in a way that was beautiful to God. We were made to sing and praise His mighty name and do so in community. My takeaway from this transformative moment on the mountain with the giant cross was to just be. I had to learn to be present in the moment so that I could allow the song of my heart to flood out of me. I had to learn to praise God even as we were praying for healing from an abundance of suffering. You can praise amidst the pain.