Grasp the Lord and Don’t Let Go
When I was fifteen, I went to a church youth camp. I remember hearing somewhere that sometimes we grab onto God and don’t let go until we receive a touch from Him. One night in particular after an evening service at camp, my heart became desperate for an encounter with God. I remember telling my friends and the youth leader staying in the room with us that I wasn’t going to bed that night until I received a touch from God.
A small group of girls and my room youth leader gathered around me in our hotel room and began to pray. As we prayed, my heart became increasingly desperate. In the depth and desperation of my prayer, the Lord took over and something phenomenal happened. I was given a vision—my eyes were closed but I was fully awake. In the vision, a huge pair of hands reached out to me, and I understood that they were the Father’s hands. In an instant, the hands were suddenly in the distance and there was a dark spiritual presence separating us.
I physically began to shake and cry. Though those around me could not see what I was seeing, they could see my physical reaction, and one of them, having keen spiritual discernment, said to rebuke whatever it was in the name of Jesus, and so I did. Instantly, that evil presence was removed and everything changed. I was in the Heavenly Father’s lap and curled up in His arms. I was very small compared to Him, and an indescribable peace surrounded us. All I could do was nestle into the Father’s arms and say again and again, “Daddy…I love You. I love You, Daddy.” It was that night, in that vision, that God Himself established Himself as my Father.
Less than a year later, unexpectedly, my parents went through a very difficult divorce and my relationship with my earthly father was greatly damaged and a great sense of abandonment ensued. It became very clear to me after that that God was the One who had stirred my heart that night at youth camp. He knew ahead of time what my circumstances would be and gave me exactly what He knew I would need before I knew I would need it…
In Genesis 32, Jacob too was desperate for a touch from God. He was about to encounter his brother Esau, whom he had been estranged from for many years. He was afraid and understandably so (see ch 27). But he cried out to the Lord, and God met Him where he was at. After a long struggle, the Lord instructed Him to let go. Jacob refused to let go until the Lord blessed Him. And the Lord not only blessed Him but gave Him a new name, the name Israel.
Today, perhaps you need to grasp onto the Lord and not let go. Perhaps you need a special touch from Him. Do not be afraid to allow God to stir your heart to a place of desperation because it’s there in that place that you will find Him (Jeremiah 29:13).
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