Unfailing perfect LOVE

"Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go, for to You I lift up my soul." Psalm 143:8

 I have been doing a lot of processing these days.

       I am an internal processor, so I tediously think over the things crowding my mind about a thousand times before I am ready to verbally process. Then, I word vomit all my processed thoughts to whoever is sitting in my living room or standing in my kitchen at just the right moment... for this moment God provided my beautiful sister Connie. He is good like that. He always knows just what we need and exactly who we need at just the right moment. He has provided me with an amazingly gracious sister that has in a way grown up with me in our adult lives. She loves me deeply, knows me inside and out, and believes in me. For a very predestined moment last week she kindly sat on the couch across from me, listened intently and carefully, and then filled my heart and home with wise words, godly encouragement, affirmation and precious, timely, council.

        Isn't that just a glimpse into what we all need in the deepest core of our beings? We all long to be known, heard, and loved in an unfailing way. No matter who we are, how we process, what roads we've walked, or where we have landed. There is nothing our hearts long for more than unfailing love.

       For many different seasons of my life I love looked to fill this longing in my heart in many different capacities; with my family growing up, friends, boyfriends, mentors, my husband, my children.... I am well aware of the gaping hole in my soul that longs to be loved in an unfailing, unchanging, relentless, all encompassing, all understanding, all knowing, completely unconditional  kind of way. We were created, woven together and intricately formed as unique and beautiful individuals with one main purpose, to love and be loved.

        It seems as though things are in a state of constant change in my life. In every season I need to revisit this very foundational concept and realign my expectations and priorities in a way that is most beneficial for my heart, the people I love, and the kingdom. It's a crucial concept, that I must cling to and embrace to be all that God created me to be in each season. I was made to crave, desire, and hunger for unfailing love. We were all created to wholeheartedly long for the unfailing love of our Creator. His love is the only perfect love. We were made to be loved by Him.

"No love of the natural heart is safe unless the human heart has been satisfied by God first" 
- Oswald Chambers

      All sorts of things go wrong when I try and put the expectations of being loved in a perfect and unfailing way on anyone other than the One who formed my inner most being. He knows me fully, and longs to be the first I run to, the first I seek, my first love, and the desire of my heart. Every one of my longings is met in His love. All He desires is that I receive His love and love Him back with all I am. The most beautiful part is that even though my love for Him is flawed, broken, and imperfect, it is PRECIOUS to Him, treasured by the One who does love in the post pure and perfect way. The absolute only way for our souls to find complete satisfaction, wholeness, unfailing, unconditional love is to daily seek and embrace Jesus.

       My other tendency is to put it upon myself to love others perfectly. As much as l pour out, spread myself thin, and kill myself trying to be everything everyone needs in this moment...I will fall short, let myself down and let others down. I can not be everything to all the people in my life in every season. The best and most powerful thing that God has taught me, and sometimes reteaches me, is to wake up every morning and pray these things...

- God, help me to love whoever You put right in front of my face today with YOUR love. 
- Let me not seek out more than You have for me, I whole heartedly trust that You will care for and love the people I cannot today at a greater and more powerful capacity than I ever could. I entrust them to you.
- Holy Spirit, guide me. Help me not miss any opportunity You put in front of me, give me Your wisdom, discernment and love.
- Fill me with the miraculous love of Jesus today. 

     As we seek Him to be the sole desire of our hearts, and allow Him to love us the way we were made to be loved, our satisfied hearts pour over with love for others. A deep, rich, intentional, beautiful kind of love that He uses to miraculously change the lives of others. His love changed my life, and I know that when I extend it to others it changes them. It's not me. The best way that I can love others is by being fully satisfied in Him and then allowing that love to change me, fill me, and pour out.

"All a persons ways seem right to them, but motives are weighed by the Lord. Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and He will establish your plans." Proverbs 16:2-3

         As I said before, I have been doing a lot of processing. I have been looking at my life, evaluating what I've accomplished, making plans and goals for the future, searching my heart, my motives, and longing to make the most of my life. It all seems so complicated, but the truth is simple. I don't want to have any regrets about how I spend my days. I can over think it, over plan, stress and strive and let all the expectations of what I want to achieve crush me. The best life I can live, the most effective and life changing thing I can teach my children, the truest way I can love the bride, the most impactful way for me to love the every person in my little world... is to keep things simple. Love God, love others... and trust that if I am seeking the Lord He will take me on the fulfilling journey planned out just for me, my needs, my desires, my hopes, my dreams. He knows me better than I know myself, my greatest desire is to align myself with His plans. I have never regretted a single day spent loving the Him and loving others. It may sound over simplified, but it is profoundly powerful to spend your life loving the people God brings to it. Nothing has been more effective in my life than when the Lord poured out His love on me through my time with Him or through a beautiful person in my life. Every interaction we have is an opportunity to love. There is no greater way to live your life than to point people to its truest and most perfect source.

"As the Father has loved Me, so I have loved you. Now remain in my love... I have told you this so that My joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this: to lay one's life for one's friends." John 15:9,11-13





   

H O P E

The longing or desire for something accompanied by the belief in the possibility of its occurrence.

Today is a day that I just really needed some hope.

Just because,
somedays we need to have a little confidence and trust
that the things we long for are possible.



     I used to despise hiking. My parents used to take me on a heck of hard hikes in the blazing heat when we lived in Portugal and let me tell you something... when you are a 14 year old girl, who loves to be socializing with her friends, tanning at the beach, playing volleyball and putting on makeup/painting your nails, NO view is worth spending your entire day trekking up a mountain under the scorching sun.

     Now, however, I have a very full life and really amazing, adventurous and noisy, needy children... and a hike is always a good idea! We live five minutes away from one of the most beautiful places I have ever hiked. It has become my favorite place in the world. I go there to gather my thoughts, to pray, and to process. My grandma gave me a book last year and it just so happened to be about the first settlers in Corvallis who came across the Oregon trail from the east to claim land and start new lives. I completely fell in love with this place before I even got here! When doing a little historical digging of my own, I learned that the property we bought and the place that I hike are the original homesteads and settlements of the amazing families I read about. As I walk through the forrest, cross over bubbling little soap creek, and look up at the giant trees on my adventures, I absolutely love that I am not the first or last person to walk those trails. I am just one of many. I am a part of something that is greater than myself. Those massive trees have been there long before I came into this world and will outlive me as well. My life seems small, in a good way, when I am in the forrest.
I get lost in that beautiful place.

     Now that winter has passed, all along the trail little tiny shoots of new life are springing up out of the ground. It amazes me how such towering and magnificent things grow from of such tiny, delicate, little beginnings. When the first bit of fragile green gently pokes up from the earth, that is hope to me.   I admire it in the forest, but hope looks even more beautiful when it springs up through the rocky ground of our hearts.

     The most beautiful thing about hope is that the condition of our heart does not have to be perfect for it to grow. Sometimes hope appears in the darkest, hardest places of our hearts. One beam of God's light can shine through the darkness onto the rough ground and that is all it takes for us to begin to see a little bit of hope peak up from the soil. Hope is not circumstantial, it is not a fleeting glimmer of something false or temporary, it is something we can count on. "We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf." Hebrews 6:19-20a

I love that.

     WITH JESUS, we have hope NO MATTER WHAT. Hope is an anchor for our soul. That means that no matter how high the waves, how fierce the storm, how strong the current; hope keeps us from being tossed all about, hope holds us fast, keeps us from drifting; with hope we are immovable. With that kind of hope we are not brought down by our current circumstances or situations, no matter what comes our way, we can look to the future and believe that the things we dream of, aspire to be and long for are possible. Hope is a beautiful thing it gives us something beautiful, beyond ourselves to live for.

That's what I needed to remember today.

My hope is in the Lord and I am just where I belong;
Anchored to Him.
   

The Exchange

"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear." 1 John 4:18a

This is kind of a sweet time of celebration for the Libby family. We have been officially a part of Doxology for over a year now and it has been one of the sweetest journeys the Lord has taken our family on. Every single day we are thankful for where He has brought us and what He is doing in our lives, in our home and in our beloved church family here in Corvallis. It truly feels like home in the most comforting, all encompassing and deeply beautiful sense of the word. For me to feel at home like this after moving 28ish times in my life is nothing short of a miracle, but here I am... at home. My heart is full in this lovely place as I look around daily and see with my own eyes just a glimpse of what the Lord is so faithfully and powerfully doing around me and in the depths of my own heart. 

When we moved to Corvallis God provided for us in miraculous ways. Opening doors that only He could have opened and leading us into His plan for our lives one step at a time. One of the miracles that He provided was our home, here in the woods, in a place of divine and glorious peace. When we bought this home we knew that it was God's home. We didn't know exactly how He would use it, but we bought it with open hands and hearts and an excitable willingness to be a part of whatever plans He had for it. It's been amazing to see how He has filled our home. Every day in this home is a new adventure. 

At this moment we have the privilege of living with some of our dearest friends, who have also partnered in ministry and life with us in Corvallis and we have a full full full full home. Living life with these amazing individuals has made this season of my life one of the sweetest. It has also been a safe and beautiful place for God to dig up some roots in my heart and begin to plant a new crop, one that is already yielding His fruit. Nothing holds up a mirror to your heart quite like living in community with others. It has given me an opportunity to see my heart in a truer way and I am so thankful. It's a beautiful kind of accountability. Being the ugliest version of myself in hard moments isn't the best option. God is using this time to transform my heart and to create new patterns and new responses to life and the messiness of it. Which I am forever grateful for, He is doing a new work in me. 

One of the areas that He has faithfully been transforming is my fear.

Fear for my family

Fear of provision

Fear of failure

Fear of loneliness

Fear of not being loved in return

Fear of not being enough

Fear of not being accepted

Fear of not being known and valued.

Fear has planted lots of little roots in my heart. 

Over the last 6 years God has been slowly exposing and uprooting those fears. 

They are hard for me to see sometimes because I tend to hide them behind walls, burry them deep, and sometimes I even just treat the fruit that comes from my fears like pride, insecurity, anxiety, sadness... instead of doing the work required to pull the plant up roots and all. 

What God is teaching me is this:

When fears in my heart are exposed it is an opportunity to grow my faith and gain freedom. 

It's an exchange. Fear for freedom. But it takes me believing that what God has for me is greater than what I am clinging to. It takes faith for me to believe that He can change me, that His process is better than the one I've been using my whole life. Just because something is your natural response to life and maybe has been your whole life, does not mean it's the right or best one. It's time to change the pattern. 

Start a new one. 

Instead of filtering things through your fears, filter them through the victories you've won through the transforming power of the Spirit and the ground you've gained one step at a time. As we lay new soil in our hearts, He plants new seeds and the fruit in our lives looks less like insecurity, pride, fear... and looks a lot more like grace, hope, love, kindness, mercy, confidence and joy. 

We can change our thought patterns. It looks a little like this for me...

Instead of living in fear wondering if I am accepted by others, I am going to choose to basque in the freedom that comes from knowing full well and  believing whole heartedly that I am accepted fully by God through Jesus. That is my truth. When I pluck out the root of fear of acceptance and allow the Lord to plant the fully accepted seed in my heart, it will start to grow, flourish and bear fruit for the kingdom that blesses and ministers to others. 

It frees me from constantly looking inward and equips me and fills me to bless outwardly.

Perfect love; which is the pure and powerful and beautiful love of God, drives out fear. 

Slowly, one root at a time, God is overcoming my fears... every single one, with His extravagant, lavish love. His faithfulness in filling my heart and soul with His healing, restoration and new life, new fruit and immeasurable love gives me confidence to pull up the next fear and trust Him more. It's a process, and it's taking time. But I can see that God is doing a good thing, I am starting to see the fruit of my labor and I would never want to go back to the person I was before Him. This new life, new creation, new love and sweet freedom that He grows in me as I keep digging, is worth the pain of uprooting the old. The exchange is worth it for me. 

Kingdom Come

In this season God is doing a mighty and powerful thing. 

Not just in me, but everywhere I look, all around me. 

He is moving. 

The more I seek Him, the more I see that God is doing something beyond what I can even comprehend. 

"God, your kingdom come." 

It's a simple prayer, but one that is transforming my life, transforming every aspect of it. As I have sought the Lord, He has brought me to a place of surrender. 

Surrendering my pride

Surrendering my walls and privacy

Surrendering my inadequacies

Surrendering my time, my schedule

Surrendering my expectations

Surrendering my home

Surrendering my family

Surrendering my life

The more I surrender, the more God is entrusting to me and the more I find myself prayerfully saying YES. Yes to crazy things. Yes to sacrificial things. Yes to brokeness. Yes to people. Yes to working. Yes to ministry. Yes to stepping out of my comfort zone. Yes to more prayer. Yes to His Word. Yes to grieving with those who mourn. Yes to standing with the weak. Yes to speaking truth. Yes to unconditional love. Yes to undeserved grace. Yes to mercy. Yes. It is a season of yes for me. 

 This is a season of not missing a single opportunity to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Believing that what He calls me to, He is faithful to equip me for. Believing that His power is great, His plans are great, His purposes are perfect. Believing that His kingdom come is the best prayer that I can possibly pray... on earth as it is in heaven. Amen.

 I have seen Jesus working in me and through His people in the most miraculous ways. The most inspiring thing is that I'm not the only person saying yes. I am privileged in this season to be living life with other people who say yes everyday too. They say yes to the opportunities God brings them to love miraculously. They make the most of every opportunity to be His hands and His feet. Seeing their faith, their love, their sacrifices and them saying yes as well, has ministered to me in such a powerful way and encouraged me in an inexpressible way. I am treasuring up these moments where I see the people I love be a tangible extension of King Jesus. We are united in one purpose, to see Jesus transform, renew, restore and reign in this place. Jesus in His people is miraculous.  

Jesus is beautiful.

Jesus forgives the unforgivable. 

Jesus loves beyond human capacity. 

Jesus shows grace to people who haven't even asked for it. 

Jesus embraces the broken. 

Jesus shows mercy to people who don't deserve it. 

Jesus is not intimidated, afraid or put off by the messiness of sin. 

Jesus heals.

Jesus restores.

Jesus brings hope.

Jesus brings life.

Jesus Saves. 

It is a miracle that we have any capacity at all to display who He is to the world. However, when He lives in us the same power that raised Jesus from the dead lives in us! We can love, forgive, extend grace, hope, comfort and peace at a capacity beyond ourselves. A heavenly capacity. When we say yes to the eternal, yes the opportunities in our lives that give God all the glory, yes to the moments that shine light in the darkness, bring hope to the hopeless, love to the unlovely, peace to the chaos, and comfort to the grieving, healing to the broken... that is what it's all about. 

His Kingdom come, His will be done on earth as it is in heaven. 

Being a thankful Mama

      Every year around Thanksgiving I am reminded of how many things I have to be grateful for. My family, our church, our friends, our home, a smooth transition to a new place, God's magnificent love and grace... we are alive, healthy and safe. We are blessed.

     This year, I am especially grateful for my experience as a mother. Nothing has brought me more joy. Nothing has brought me more heart wrenching pain. Nothing has grown me more as a person, or shaped my view of the world in a more significant way. Watching my kids grow and discover the world in all its wonder is life giving and a beautiful adventure.

    I never knew love like this. My children are their own little people, free, independent, creative and strong minded as well as strong willed. They have their own identities and personalities and thoughts and ideas-  but they are an extension of me. Their joy is my joy, when they laugh I can't help but join in, their wins are my wins and the pride that has them bursting from the seams when they succeed...I am the insane and embarrassing mom yelling and crying tears of joy in the bleachers bursting right along with them. It's a beautiful thing (not the crazy mom moments, the experiences we get to share). On the other side of the equation is the harsh reality that I see their tears and their pain is my pain. When they hurt my heart aches too. I get to feel all the things. With four kids all experiencing different things at every moment of every day, let me tell you, I feel a lot of feely things.

      I sometimes get a little overwhelmed. There is always laundry to be done, dishes in the sink, toys scattered, forts built, meals to be made, errands to run, and many things on my to do list. Often those are the things on the forefront of my mind. But, recently I have found myself savoring all the little moments that I have with my kids. Filing away all the precious things that I never want to forget. Like Sunday's sweet little hands that gently pat my arm and how she always reaches to hold my face in her hands when she gives me little kisses. I love how Lily snuggles in next to me when we read and bursts into laughter every chance she gets. She is a joy giver and her laughter is contagious. She covers her mouth with her hand when she REALLY cracks herself up covering the holes in her smile from her missing baby teeth. Hope is already a lady, and I think because she has all of the sudden become so composed and self aware and full of grace, it makes me treasure the little girl moments that she still has when she cartwheels through the house, pulls Sunday up on her lap, and busts out in song even more because I am literally watching her grow up before my eyes. Elijah calls himself a man boy, I suppose he is. He is getting tall, he is brilliant and he is very thoughtful. He is of the age (middle school) where only Nike clothing is acceptable, his friends are of great importance, and video games dominate his media time. But at night when he has something on his mind, he curls up on the side of my bed and tells me all about his man boy life. He never leaves the house without giving me a huge hug and making sure I hear him say he loves me. These are the moments that I am putting down the dishes to enjoy. You know why? Because every day when I see their little beings saunter to the kitchen table I am thankful for their tiny frames, because they grow too fast. Every night when I hear their little feet running to my room in the middle of the night, I pick them up, wrap them in my blanket and hold them tight, because when they are thirty that's gonna be weird. This time that I have with them; toothless, always hungry, scared of the dark and asking me a million questions every day is limited...  and I don't want to miss a single moment of them still being little.

      So this Thanksgiving I want my kids to know that I am a thankful mama. Thankful to be a part of the messes made in this home, the laughter shared and even the tears. Thankful that they are mine and I have the privilege of shaping them as individuals and watching them grow. Thankful that in our house we laugh, we sing, we say sorry, we forgive, we dance, we fight, we love. I am thankful that we  get to feel all the things together. Lots of feeling all the things. Wouldn't trade it for the world.

Mary > Martha

  Luke 10:38-42

"As Jesus and His disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"

"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried about many things, but few things are needed -or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."

     I have a love/hate relationship with this story. I love the simplicity of it. I love the message. I love that Jesus values the time we spend with Him... love it. What I hate about it is that I am a Martha.  And unfortunately, everything about Martha in this story is me in a nut shell. 

     I love to open up my home, invite people in and make sure everyone feels loved and welcome and cared for. It's pretty much my favorite thing ever.

        I work hard to have a clean and cozy space for people to come in and relax, rest, play games, eat good food, laugh a lot and enjoy each other. I love to cook and clean and serve and love on everyone that comes through my door. It fills me up to lavish my guests in every way I can. I admire that about Martha. She works hard, she cares deeply, she wants everyone to have a good time.  Martha is my girl!

     Here is where Martha and I both miss the point. Even though all of those things are so so so good. There is something even better. Recently, God has ben speaking to me as well...

"Rachel, Rachel, You are worried about too many things. 

Few things are actually needed; to be precise, only one. 

Me. 

All you need is Me.

 

I will help you accomplish what is necessary. Stop powering through in your own strength. 

I will fill your home with my Spirit; that is more precious and powerful than anything else you can offer your guests. 

I will fill you up with my love, so that you can love people with a miraculous love. 

You can accomplish more at my feet, 

listening to my voice, 

positioning your heart to love me and worship me, 

trusting me with your 'to do' list, 

letting me fill you up.... 

than any work you can do on your own.

My power, that fills your being, accomplishes an eternal work, 

which has infinate more value than what you can muster in your own strength. 

So, please. Sit here awhile. Let me fill you. Let me lavish love on you. Let me show you my power and strength. Let me show you that time with me is the best time spent.

I can do immeasurably more than you can ask or even imagine.

Let my priorities become your priorities and all your work will have eternal value, purpose, worth.

Nothing will be wasted.

You always choose the right thing when you choose me".

    The more that I listen to His voice, the more I long for time with Him, the more intimacy I crave, the deeper I dive into relationship with Him, the more I surrender. I am by nature a Martha, but my heart longs to be a Mary. I think God knows that and is gently calling me into a new season, 

a season of choosing Him first, saying yes to Him, jumping right in. I am anticipating a grand Spirit filled adventure. Want to come too? It starts at the feet of Jesus. 

 

Pray

Matthew 19:26 "Jesus looked at them and said,"With man, this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."    

      This morning I sit here in my living room that overlooks the forrest. The leaves are turning from green to yellow, orange and red. Sun beams are dancing through the leaves and illuminating the bright and vibrant colors all around. If you would have told me a year ago today I would be living in a cabin, on a mountain, in the woods, with abundant deer, a band of raccoons, a skunk and a crazy little bat.... I probably would have laughed at you.
        I always thoughts that Sarah, Abrahams wife was a little bit of a naughty, cheeky lady... Laughing at God's promise... Not believing that the God of the Universe could give her a baby after years of being barren (Genises 18:10-15). Seriously, she laughed and doubted God's power and goodness... then lied about laughing? The nerve and sass! I used to always read that story and judge her lack of faith and her response to God's beautiful and hopeful promise.
        Oh Sarah, how I get you now. I have seen God do things I never would have imagined possible. As surely as He gave you a son, He has done miracles for us too.  His power and presence has left me in awe and wonder. My faith is stronger, my love for Him is deeper and I know that my limited understanding of His vast greatness and limitless power is never going to be able to fully comprehend the love He has for me, and the way He is capable of fighting for me, and how powerfully He can move. Genises 18:14a "Is anything too hard for the Lord?" 
        Last year, I took some time to think about my deepest longings, prayers and hopes, even dared to dream for the future. I wrote them all on a thick piece of cardboard in fancy letters praying over each individual thing as I carefully penned each letter. I put it up in my room and prayed over each thing on that list day and night. I called it my little prayer wall. I don't believe that that there is any sort of magic prayer formula to get what you want, BUT I do believe that God sees us in our brokeness, He hears the cries of our hearts and our intimate, honest and humble moments worshipping Him and crying out to Him. Those moments stir His heart. And that is a powerful thing. I believe that for years God heard Sarah weep, long and dream of what it would be like to be a mother, to know the love of a son, to hear joyful laughter, to hold a chubby little hand...to have a descendant. I believe He heard her prayers for years and years and saw her in her brokeness and longing, and then delighted in fulfilling His promise and lavishing His love on His beloved laughing Sarah.
        As I prayed over my little list, from truly the depths of my heart, longing to see God move and show us His power, provision and love; something miraculous happened God began to move. He changed me. I let go of things I was holding on tight to and completely entrusted them to Him. That's when God Almighty began reveal His power and precious love for me in ways I couldn't even imagine. He began to bind up my brokeness and wounds, healing me, comforting me, growing my faith in Him. He lifted burdens off my shoulders that I have been under the weight of for five years. He healed my daughter, rescued my son. Freed me from deep bitterness and unforgiveness. Filled me with joy. Gave me confidence where I lacked. I desperately wanted to be more like Him and over time I saw Him uproot unhealthy things, and soften me, and fill me up with His fruit. Galatians 5:22 "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness and self control." There is power in prayer, in a surrendered life, and an expectant faith. 
         I sit here this morning with a heart full. God has touched every single thing on my prayer list. Every prayer for Dox, for my husband, for my kids, for my own heart, for our home, our future... His fingerprints are on it all. There is power in prayer. If for even a moment you are wondering if God even cares. Let me assure you, HE DOES. He sees you, He hears you and He is moving in your life and all around you for your good. Romans 8:28 "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose."
        As I sit here this morning, looking out at the forrest and remember how God brought us to this place. Our fixer upper is becoming our dream home. It is kind of the same with my heart. Where things were dead, I see life sprouting up again. Where there was great loss, He has blessed us abundantly. Seeing Him move so powerfully has me praying even more, not to see things go my way - but to see things go His way. His will be done is infinitely better then my will. It's my prayer for you too, that you would see His power moving in you and all around you. He longs to show you great and mighty things, to show His power, to fight for you, heal you, deepen your faith and lavish His great love on you. Don't wait another day, with an expectant faith, and open hands get on you knees trust King Jesus to move, wait for Him to move. He will.
    

I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in His holy people, and His incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead and seated him at His right hand in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 1:18-20