Not A Worship Leader

Praise at sunset

Blog by Kristen Hicks

I have decided something. Actually, I thought I had already made this decision. I guess that’s what happens with perspective. I’ve decided that I don’t want to be a worship leader. That may shock the crap out of some of you, some of you may even disagree or try to talk me out of it—that’s ok.

This may be hard to explain, you may not even get it, but lately I’ve been asking the Lord, specific questions about who I am and who I’m not. These questions are unmistakably paralleling my questions about who He is and who He is not. I guess that’s what happens when you look at your reflection in the eyes of the One whose image you’re created in— I’m learning to let His gaze define me.

Here is what I have so far:

1. I am a creative; the way that I think, the way I feel things, the way that I see people, the world, life in general— I see color, masterpieces, greatness, music, beauty, adventures, simplicity. I’ve realized I’ve always tried to make up for this, I’ve always tried to not be this way. I’ve beat myself up for not being more practical or logical. Why don’t I care about money, or a career, or all the other things that I see others caring about? Having this mindset, has made me feel like a failure at times, sometimes misplaced.

2. I’ve, also, realized that I love, love, LOVE writing. Never saw that one coming, for some reason. Although, all the signs were there. I mean, come on… coffee, journalling, deep thinking, processing that ends in God-revelation, epic Jesus talks—of course, I love this.

3. I’m not a worship leader. This one is still in the process of understanding.

I’ve been “leading worship” a lot lately, it seems. Not well, if you ask me. I’ve had many talks about it with the Lord, because there seems to be something missing. Maybe there is a wall, maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s just the season I’m in; that’s what I keep trying to chalk it up to, in my head, at least. But the interesting thing is, when it’s just me in my room before the Lord, it’s different. It’s awesome!

There is this quote I keep thinking about: “My prayer for you is that you would gain authority in the places that nobody sees, so when you stand up on stage you have something authentic to give the world.” Melissa Helser, once again, ladies and gentlemen.

The Lord says He’s in the process of flipping my mindset. You see, for the longest time, when I have worshiped in the secret place, I always, imagine myself on the stage. For starters, because I know I’m made for that, but also, because I wanted to practice getting in the Presence in front of people. Now, the Lord is wanting to take it a step further in saying, that at all times, I am to go to the secret place—whether that means when I am literally in the secret place or on a stage.

What I have learned lately, is that yes, I can be a worship leader, and I can be good at it. I can play the role, please the people, and not even hate it. But I’m not called to the role, I’m called to the Presence; and as much as I myself want argue with this thought, I believe that if I allow the Lord to take me into His Presence—He will change the people. He will lead them into worship. I’ve seen this, I’ve experienced it.

Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m NOT saying it is wrong to be a worship leader. Nope, I most definitely believe there are people that are called to that. I am saying that I am realizing that I am simply a worshipper. And that is enough. This doesn’t mean, I won’t lead songs at church, no I don’t believe the Lord is calling me off the stage at all, at least not physically.

I am stripping off the expectation that others have put on me and that I have put on myself. I don’t have to “wow” the crowd every time I open my mouth. I don’t have to sing all the hard notes. I don’t need to feel pressure to hear a new spontaneous song every time. I just need to simply come with the authenticity of my heart, letting the smile of Abba define me, allowing Love Himself to wash over me, and come out through me— and I believe if I do this, then He will come… in, over and through all those whose hearts are open to Him.

I’ve heard it said that different worship leaders carry different things, different anointing, and I have often asked the Lord what it is that I carry. But ya know, I just don’t care anymore. Because more than anything I just want to carry what people need. And people need Him, more than they need to hear me sing.

I’ve been thinking lately about true worship, and I think true worship creates space. Space for the Father to speak, breathe, move, heal, define. I want to carry Him, His Presence, His heart, His agenda. It does not and should not ever point to a person—only Jesus, only the Father.

So, this is who I am, please don’t expect anything more. I’ll only let you down. But if you must expect something, expect Him—in whatever, form He may choose to come. Expect that when you open your own mouth and bring an offering of praise, a brokenness in spirit, an authentic heart, that He will respond. Expect that there is a song within you that isn’t just the one on the screen. Expect that with one voice and as one body we are joining with the angels and saints and all of heaven. And expect that He is singing over you new songs of hope, of joy, of redemption, of purpose, of peace, of love, and ALL of life!

PS: And no, I’m not just talking about music.

“Oh, Isn’t It Just Like God”

Sunset chaser

Blog by Kristen Hicks

Mind. Blown.

My most favorite stories in life, at times, are the ones I can’t tell you about. They are the stories that haven’t fully happened yet. The ones that are full of hope and fueled by faith. The ones that the outcome is solely dependent upon the Lord coming through— in and through them. The ones unseen to everyone else around me—sometimes I can just feel it, sometimes I can just see it on the horizon, sometimes I just know. Not because of any preconceived notion, I know because of who God is—because of what His heart is like and what He has promised. These are the stories that start with scary prayers. There is no plan B.


This is the word that keeps coming to my mind. Sometimes, I’m not sure we understand this word until we are right smack dab in the middle of living it—until we realize just how much we need Jesus, that we can’t do it on our own; we cannot redeem ourselves.

Redemption is the process of restoration. You cannot be truly restored until you first have been redeemed. 

To be redeemed, a price must be paid. Freedom isn’t FREE. I don’t ever want to get over that—I never want to misinterpret it or take it for granted. That’s what makes the gospel so incredibly powerful, yet vulnerable. It’s a love story. A story of pursuit. That nothing, NOTHING can stand against LOVE and His BRIDE. Nothing can come between. Nothing can separate. The price isn’t too high! The war is worth waging! No sin too great!

He births beauty from ashes. He makes ALL things new. He heals.

I found myself this morning, realizing this truth, this reality of His heart in my life. Tears filled my eyes as I began to reflect on story after story, of how I found myself in a situation— in a struggle— and then in a timing that only an all-powerful, all-knowing, ever-present, Creator of ALL things, can do, He busted into my life and He simply redeemed. He restored—and He continues to do so. What blew my mind even more, is how many times I could count, that He would come through down to an exact day. The details never go unnoticed to Him. There is rhyme, reason and rhythm to everything He does.

He has never once stopped His pursuit. It is unfailing. Even when, I disobey, even when I mess up, even when it takes me one thousand times to get it right. He continues to call, He continues to woo, He continues to teach, to stretch, to mold, to move. He calls Himself LOVE and that love is unconditional, but it isn’t over-looking. It isn’t blind. It doesn’t look the other way. No, that kind of misrepresentation doesn’t exist in Him. No, His love is fierce, ruthless, reckless, relentless, wild, jealous. It takes our mess-ups, our short-comings, our neglected, over-compensated, disappointed, messy hearts and lives and creates a masterpiece. One that is rare— it has never been seen or heard of. An original.

This is a gift, not a right, not an obligation. It is simply a proposal. One of Holy matrimony. One of true beauty, grace, purity and freedom. And as He gets on one knee, with the biggest grin on His face, and the sparkle of a million stars in His eyes…He asks. And with one word, flowing off the tip of my tongue, my whole world turns completely upside down…YES!!!

That was all He was looking for. That was all He wanted. With a jolt of joy, I find myself being overtaken into a dance with Him. One of courage and confidence. He spins me around and around, unraveling me from every fear and lie that has tried to define and cripple me. He leans me into a dip and without hesitation I surrender to Him. Trusting Him, not only with my soul, but with my heart, with my whole being. The more we dance the more I learn the steps to His ways; I am completely undone by Him. This isn’t just a night to remember. It’s not just a moment that takes my breath away. This is how it was always meant to be. This is His heart. This is His intention. This is redemption!

“Oh, isn’t it just like God, to turn our disappointment into a dance floor.”

-Amanda Cook

The Right Question

5 Why Methodology Concept

Blog by Kristen Hicks

Today seems to have already started out a little weird. Heavy maybe? It’s not even lunch time and I already feel like I need to just take like a couple hours to just sit with the Holy Spirit and talk out all the things that are pressing on me. Things for my friends, my family, things that I feel happening in the Spirit, things in myself; just ALL the things.

I have this quote on one of my cork boards. (Yes, I have more than one. HA!) It keeps grabbing my attention. It says this:

“Retire from the world each day to some private spot… Stay in the secret place till the surrounding noises begin to fade out of your heart, and a sense of God’s Presence envelops you… Listen for the inward voice till you learn to recognize it… Give yourself to God and then be what and who you are without regard to what others think… Learn to pray inwardly every moment.” -A.W. Tozer

I feel like out of all the things on my cork boards, this is the one I read the most— the one I constantly need to be reminded of. I am learning that there is no formula to a relationship with God. I feel like that is kinda a “duh” thing to most people, but honestly, I didn’t actually realize I believed it was true to begin with.

You know, we learn as infants to watch others. We learn to copy them, mimic them, do exactly what they do. We grow up with the same habits, with the same beliefs, and the execution of those are the same as well. Then we teach our own, the same as we were taught.

There is something beautiful to this, when it’s done right. The way people mold people, the way the Lord created a man and his wife to have children and then teach them, grow them, inspire them. But we all know the downfall in this all too well. We are all human. We all have things within us that are, for lack of better words, evil. Even the best of the best, fall short.

So there is also something equally, if not even more beautiful when someone breaks the circle, destroys the mold and asks a different question… “Why?”

You’ve all met that kid before. You know, the one who annoys the heck out of everyone in asking this question—Over and over and over, about every little bitty thing. Some try to laugh it off, some get angry, some ignore, but dare I say “Why?”

Why are we so afraid, annoyed, and uncomfortable with this question? We don’t mind asking it when tragedy happens, disaster strikes, or even when things just aren’t going our way. It only gets us twisty when it threatens our foundation, our root system, the things we’ve always believed to be true, the things we were taught by people that we respect and trust the most.

I have found myself asking this question a whole lot lately. I am finding that although it is scary, although at times it is annoying and super uncomfortable, it has a whole lot of power to it. It leads to layers, upon layers until you finally get to the core, the Truth. The Truth as in Jesus—who He is and who you are in Him. Asking this question gets you through a whole lot of religious mumbo jumbo that a lot of people have built their faith on.

Who you ask this question to, however, is extremely important. And whether or not you realize it, you are asking this question a lot more often and to a lot more people than you think. The problem with this, is that in asking such a powerful question to human people, yields to only getting an answer filtered through the eyes of another, and so the process continues, and most of the time, the Truth is once again lost within the mix.

Now please don’t mishear me, I am not saying that it is wrong to talk things out with people— O my goodness, I’m not saying that. Community is vital. God created family, remember, that was His original intention, which means it’s still His intention. He created us to need each other, to do life together, to be one in and through Him. 

Ding, ding, ding… guys I think we hit on something here. This is one of those moments when the Sunday school answer is exactly the right answer. Jesus. The only person we need to be asking our “why” questions to is the Almighty God Himself, whose only filter is in and through Jesus, wrapped up and surrounded by Holy Spirt. His heart is the answer, it’s the core of who He is. And yes, it is ok to be asking these questions with someone else, as long as, you both are yielded and dependent upon the answer coming from Abba.

My favorite part about that quote is the first line, because I believe it holds a secret. The secret? “Each day.” Finding Truth isn’t something that is easily attained. The Lord loves process, because just like parents enjoy the process of teaching their kids to mimic themselves, so does Abba. I believe there is a joy in it for Him that is unlike anything else. He wants to be present with us in and throughout each and every little bit of our day. He wants to know what we are thinking, what we are feeling, what we are dreaming about. He wants to give us the answers, oh but only if we would just ask Him. :)

Jesus literally gave His life so we would ask Him the question “WHY?” 

Think about that for a minute. And if you’ve never asked Him this question, I think now would be a really good time to do so.

I am coming to understand and be ok with the fact that I don’t have all the answers. No one does. No one is right in all their beliefs. No one really knows God. That thought gives me joy for some strange reason. Like the kind of joy with a goofy grin and sneaky laugh, because this is actually an awesome thought. It takes all the pressure off. Praise God, He doesn’t fit into anyone’s mold. Praise God, He is bigger and better and His goodness goes waaayyyy beyond my human imagination and understanding Just PRAISE GOD!!!!

I am thankful that He is bringing me to this place. The place of being present in His process with Him, and learning to enjoy it along the way. Searching for His heart, rather than figuring out His ways. It’s just better this way. This is how He intended it. Trusting, depending and learning Him. Asking Him all my questions, even if He doesn’t give me all the answers. Every day, I’ll find my spot, I’ll stay there until He speaks, I’ll listen to His voice, give myself fully to Him and learn His heart.


Chess king surrender

Blog by Kristen Hicks

“I’m giving you my heart, and all that is within, I lay it all down, for the sake of your my King. I’m giving you my dreams, I’m laying down my rights, I’m giving up my pride, for the promise of new life. 

And I… I surrender… all to you, all to you.”

-“Surrender” by Lincoln Brewster

I remember this one night, when I was about 15 or 16 (I think) I was at this youth conference, and this guy brings out this coffin that he had built for himself. He said that he wanted a reminder that life was short and that he had been crucified with Christ and his life was no longer his own.

That night, I remember we sang this song, “Surrender.” I remember thinking how much I wanted Jesus—how much I wanted whatever He wanted for me, for my life. And for the first time in my life, I was willing to lay things down for it—I was willing to surrender. I meant every word of this simple song we were singing— my dreams, my rights, my pride, all of it, I would lay it down.


It’s really funny… maybe… that probably isn’t the right word. At least, that isn’t how it feels at the moment. However, it does feel like I’ve been pranked. So maybe someone, somewhere out there is laughing right now. I’ve been here before. I’ve felt all this before. It’s that moment that you realize you’re playing a game of chess, and all of a sudden, you have no moves. I’m terrible at chess.

Lost. Yes, that is it. That season when you can’t see a dang thing in front of you, in your future, nothing. It makes you feel like a failure, like you’ve missed something— a step, a season. Like you missed out on some big, grand opportunity. It makes you rethink all of the decisions you’ve made in life, if you should have taken that one job, gone to that school, should’ve taken that trip. Should you have listened to that person, or maybe you should have actually listened to that person, instead. Your mind is distracted by all the questions. Who is really right? Do I really hear from God? Do they really hear from God? How the heck did I get here? And where the heck is here? This feels like nowhere.

The thing that I do find funny about being in this place, is that as many times as I have been here, this one feels like the worst. How could I have possibly thought the others were anything like THIS? But then I realize, it’s probably just perspective.

“So what? Why am I here, again? What is it that You are wanting me to learn this time, Lord? Because this time, it really, really feels like I have no moves. This time it really, really feels like I’m stuck. This time it really, really feels like I’ve messed up, and completely failed. What the heck are we doing here? I’m trying my VERY best to still claim, that ‘You’re never gonna let me down’ but this, THIS is walking the line to falling flat on my face. And the crazy part is, I feel like I’ve trusted You.”

“I brought you here, to bring you back to surrender.” He said.

Surrender. No, I’m not even gonna look up the definition. It needs no explanation. No figuring out, praise God. It’s just simple. Although, I wouldn’t go as far as to say it is easy or that it doesn’t hurt.

A few pictures come to my mind as I ponder this. First, a white flag. That moment, that you realize you’ve been conquered in war. Wow… Makes you wonder who exactly you’ve been fighting against, doesn’t it? The second picture is this: jumping off something… a cliff, your bed, a diving board, like the 5th stair when you were a kid, one of those double decker docks you see at the lake. To some, this is nothing, no big deal. To others, this takes courage, bravery, guts. And finally, there is the stick-up. You’ve been caught, red-handed, and there is gun being pointed at you. Take your hands off of whatever you’re doing, hold them up high and make no sudden movements. So basically, my thoughts go to the Father saying, stop…just stop what you’re doing.

This has been quite a thought process—not one that I think is over. I keep thinking about the same things. The garden, the Father’s intention, the height from which we fell, and our first Love. It’s like Abba wants me to go back and remember why I jumped in the first place. He wants me to remember what it felt like and what it meant to give Him everything, and to realize that maybe I only trust Him with things I can figure out and control, which actually isn’t trust at all. He wants me to remember what it was like to have courage, bravery and guts to just jump into His arms, into His grace, His love. He wants me to me to remember what it was like to be conquered, and realize that it’s actually a really good thing. Something so good, that David danced naked in the streets about it.

So why would Abba need to bring me “back” to surrender? Maybe because I’ve tried to “beat” myself into obedience and submission? Maybe because once again, I need to see and realize that I’ve made it about myself on some level? Maybe so that He can position me to experience what only HE can do, to set me up for a miracle? Maybe all of the above…

I want to remember. I want to surrender. I want to just let go of having to understand, of having to figure it out. I want to let go of having to have all the answers. I want to remember the simplicity of meeting Jesus, of letting Him have all of me, of holding nothing, absolutely nothing back from Him. Seeing Him in everything, not for my names sake but for His. Only His. And that this is what it really means to live this short life to the fullest, being crucified with Him.

Just simply surrendering.

Speaking of songs…I’ve listened to this spontaneous one a whole lot lately, because if there were a song to dance naked in the streets over being conquered, this would be it! Enjoy!

Color Change

Colors of Fall

Blog by Kristen Hicks

One morning, last week, as I was laying in bed, talking to Holy Spirit about random stuff, I asked Him what He wanted my next blog to be about.

“Loneliness” was what He immediately said.

“Uhh… can we not?” I protested, all of a sudden feeling very vulnerable of even the thought of writing about this particular subject.


Well I guess, here we go then. I’ve kinda learned the hard way that when you ask the Lord for a direction and He gives it to you, and then you don’t go that way, you end up losing something; or you end up going a really long, roundabout way, only to end up in the same place. (Good times.)

This has taken me a few days. This is touchy…unsettling…one of those subjects that I feel like when I finally get up the nerve to publish this, I might, also then have to get up the courage to look you in the eyes afterwards. Because some of you out there that don’t struggle with this subject, usually resort to the pity face. Some might even hop right on into “fix it” mode. And though, I understand your heart, neither of these sound like anything I look forward to. No offense.

Today, I noticed something that I have never noticed in my entire life. The trees are in the process of changing color. Don’t misunderstand me, of course, I see when the trees change color; but usually, it feels like I just wake up one day and they have all changed at once. When that happens I usually, sit back and marvel at how fast they were able to do that. But then I think, was it fast? Or have I just not been paying attention?

Not today… today, I noticed.

Today I noticed, that there seemed to be something different in the air, something new, something fresh, and it wasn’t just in the temperature drop. There is a new beauty that is being stirred up, an anticipation that is being awakened. Color. Have you ever looked up the definition to that word?

Color: (n) “the property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way the object reflects or emits light.”

Interesting don’t you think? It’s all about the light. And for reasons that I am in the process of figuring out, right now, in this moment, noticing this whole encounter for the first time, made me think of the “loneliness” that Holy Spirit wanted me to write about.

Yes, I’m stalling. Because I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t really want to tell you that there are times I go home and wonder if anyone actually “saw” me in that day. Or how nice it would be to feel affection, of any kind, to be loved on, cared for, wanted. I don’t really want to tell you that I struggle with my worth, with my identity, my place in culture, society, purpose, just life in general. And I really, really don’t want to tell you that this independent, fearless, slay everything in worship, go everywhere, and do everything and don’t need a man to do any of it front that you see, is just that… a front.

On the inside, I’m terrified. But not necessarily in the way you might think. I’m not afraid of going somewhere by myself, and getting kidnapped or murdered. I’m not afraid to take risks, especially when I know that Abba is the one leading the way in them. I’m not really afraid of failure or to be knocked down off of a pedestal that others put me on. I’ve already been there and back again on that road.

I am afraid, however, of being selfish in my desires. I’m afraid of being impatient, of losing hope. I’m afraid of being disappointed. I’m afraid of getting hurt…again. But I am most afraid of doing life alone.

Yes, I realize that I am never alone. Holy Spirit is always with me. And trust me when I say, I feel like right now, I’m learning more than I ever have, how to actually not just lean into Him, but lean ON Him. But I also believe that if you think about His heart, His original intention, in the garden, He wanted to be in family, with and through us.

He wanted us to join His family, and us allow Him to join ours. 

And that is also something I’ve never noticed until today. I read over that story too quickly. Or I focus more on the fall, rather than the height from which we fell. The original intention. The heart of God. And so I realize, again, that even the fall didn’t stop this intention. No, the Almighty God would have His way. He sent LIGHT Himself into the world and called Him Emmanuel, God with us. That is quite a color change don’t you think? It happened so fast most people didn’t even realize it. But when they did they sat back and marveled.

Then He decided to one-up Himself and decided to gift the Holy Spirit so that FAMILY would never be separated again. So that is original intention could be lived out in and through His people and He would always be with and among them.

I don’t have the full answer on loneliness, yet. I don’t think I was supposed to. I think Holy Spirit just wanted to say, “Hey, look, the trees are beginning to change color.” Which means the season is shifting, I’m in the process—and to focus on enjoying and embracing it, rather than understanding. I think He wants me to look AT Him, because when I do, the color changes and I don’t feel as lonely anymore. So be encouraged, lift up your head up, make sure your eyes are opened up wide, and get ready. Get ready to see the LIGHT Himself change the color in your life.

The Greater Song


Blog by Kristen Hicks

I am mad….YES, mad! I am fired up! And I am NOT going to apologize for it!

There has been this theme, this lie, this piece of crap idea, running rampant lately. The thing that I’ve noticed is that it isn’t just in me either. I can’t tell you how many conversations I’ve had with people even in the last week and they have all had this common thread running through them.


Ugh!!! In my head, I am kicking the dirt, and mumbling frustrations, possibly hinted with implied cuss words under my breath, at even the thought of this word. I am sick of it!!!

Let me clarify, by saying, I am NOT sick of the people dealing with this. That is not who I am calling out. NOPE! I am declaring war on the enemy! Yep, you heard me, mr. satan, himself. It’s on dude!! I’ve had enough!!! It’s hurting too many people that I care about! This has gone too far! It’s gone so far, that I’ve literally heard some of these amazing people say, “This is something I’m going to have to deal with for the rest of my life.”

NO!!!!! HECK NO!!!!!!

That lie is coming straight up from the PIT OF HELL itself!!!!!!!

This isn’t some midlife crisis, a season to embrace, and it sure as heck isn’t coming from The Father that loves us. It’s coming from the false father, the father of lies. I’ve said it before, fear isn’t something to get comfortable with. It isn’t something to embrace, it isn’t something that is protecting you. All the enemy does is steal, kill and destroy. You know this! So what this fear is doing, is it is stealing your inheritance, it is killing your joy, and it is destroying your heart, your life, your worth and your destiny!!! Do you hear me?!? Do you understand? Can you see this?

This is not the time to lay down and retreat. Because the enemy is vicious. HE HATES YOU! He is trying to take you out. Not just for a moment, not just for a season, but FOR GOOD!!!! He wants you isolated, he wants you depressed, he wants you laid over in the fetal position, so that he can kick you again and again and again. He wants you to feel helpless, to feel alone, to feel dirty, disgusted with yourself—with your life. He wants you stressed, busy, so busy that you have no time to even notice what’s going on, or what he is doing. Business that blinds, that distracts, that takes over everything in your life so you have no time to be reminded of the Father’s love. So that you have no time to even hear the Holy Spirit, calling you, drawing you, singing over you. No, the only song he wants you to hear is the song of noise, the song of hate, the song of bitterness, the song of defeat. Over and over and over, this is what you hear, until finally one day, you begin to sing along with it. You come into agreement with it. You begin to believe it. To believe that it’s the only song out there, and therefore, it must be the truth.

This, THIS my sweet friends, is only a fraction of what we are up against. Here is the thing, what I just wrote about, is from my own experience, not someone else’s. Although, I am very much aware that the enemy has no original material. Therefore, you might be thinking, I am talking about you. Once again, we have found ourselves in only another deadly trap of comparison, of twisting, of envy, of self-centeredness. And the thought might have crossed your mind that I am “judging” you with this post. No…stop…just stop…

Stop, singing along to the song that that is literally killing you, as well as poisoning everyone around you. Stop, coming into agreement with the lie, that who you are right here, right now in this moment, is who you are going to be for the rest of your life. Stop, believing that where you are right here, right now, in this moment is where you are going to be for the rest of your life. Stop, buying into this culture that says that in order to be the “best you,” means that you have to be better than someone else. Stop, labeling people as the enemy and let the fire of the Holy Spirit burn within you against the true enemy.


This is the song that sing out one thing and one thing only. HOPE. Hope that at the end of the day, no matter what has been thrown at us, that we can stand firm in the TRUTH, that we are Sons and Daughters of the MOST HIGH GOD! Hope that sings out the song of a SAVIOR, JESUS, who NOT ONLY took our sin upon Himself and paid the price for it but also, stays WITH us throughout our own struggles, our own screw ups, and teaches us in the midst of the process. Hope that goes so freaking far beyond our own understanding, that it gives us the courage to even dream again. It gives us the courage to believe that we are made for more and that we have a destiny and a purpose. Hope sings of a Father that truly does love us more than we could ever understand. It sings of a friend that we have in the Holy Spirit, that was given as a gift to swallow up loneliness once and for all. This song is one of redemption, one of peace, one of power. It has the power to heal, ACTUALLY HEAL! It has the power to not just change your circumstance or situation, but it can actually change your perspective. It will wreck your heart and at the exact same time be putting it back together, the way it was meant to be. Hope sings of LOVE. Period. Do you hear me?!? Do you understand? Can you see this?

You can say no, to the lies! You can say no, to the exhausting banter within your mind that constantly tells you that you aren’t good enough. You can turn off the noise of the song of bitterness and defeat. This is YOUR life! Take it back from the enemy, and let the strength of the God who fights FOR YOU rise up within you as you choose to surrender to and worship HIM! You can choose to stand firm on the Word, choose to not just believe IN Jesus, but to actually, BELIEVE HIM!!! TRUST HIM!!!!! Find your HOPE IN HIM!!! Know that His grace is sufficient, no matter how many times you mess up! And come into agreement with THE GREATER SONG!!!! JESUS!!! OUR TRUE HOPE!!!