You, Me and DC

Incase you haven't seen these from my Myspace or Facebook, I'll post some pics from our trip to DC for The Call. It may take me a little bit to get them into album form so I can post em (I took over 600 pics!), so check back later if you don't see them now...here are some videos explaining the Call incase you don't know what it's all about. It was an amazing day of prayer and fasting for the ending of abortion and revival for our nation.

Talk about speaking something into being...

So, I may have been a tad melodramatic on my last post, but I think I must have spoken my "worst day" theory into being...here's how the rest of my day played out: I decided to get over my pitty party and make a big dinner and try to get the house reasonably picked up (we're STILL unpacking!) so it would be nice for Zack when he got home. I went (you guessed it, down and up the stairs) to get Zack from school, and didn't stop to get gas because, you guessed it, we had no money! Well, I picked him up and, yup, ran out of gas on the way home! So, we had a big fight as we pushed the car to the gas station. He stopped to get the mail at the front of the apartments and I said I was going to walk home from there. About 10 (literally) steps afterward, the bottom fell out and it started to pour on me. So, then I had to get back in the car with Zack even though I was still mad, which totally meant I lost! I went home and got in the bath again to drown my sorrows. What a day! Now I'm practicing: today is going to be the best day ever!

Reflections on Somewhere in Between

There are 2 kinds of people that really irk me as a Christian. The first is the guy whose biggest concern is arguing what you can get away with--you know exactly the kind I'm talking about: the one who always wants to argue that there's nothing wrong with being a Christian who drinks or goes to clubs, the one who's always talking about how judgmental and hypocritical Christians are, saying their non-Christian friends are nicer than their Christian friends, talking about "Christians"as if they weren't one themselves. And their biggest hot button: "Being a Christian doesn't mean you have to go to church!" These are the people who want to argue EVERYTHING. You'll more frequently find them using the phrase "I don't think Jesus would..." than "Jesus said..." or "Jesus did..." Their primary concern is boundaries--how far can one go and...still be a Christian, still get into heaven, still whatever. What they're really asking is how they can manipulate in order to be able to do whatever they want without a guilty conscience. This person will gladly stand on his soap box, stating all the things the Bible doesn't have to say on such subjects, and yet, when I encounter these people, which I quite often do, my first reaction (after realizing they can't be argued with) is this: they don't have a true relationship with Jesus. It's sad when you think about it, but it's true. It's the people who don't really have a relationship with the Lord who always want to argue the details, test the boundaries, muddy the doctrine, point the finger, make excuses. The truth is that's all they have--their theories. But most often I find that these people are hollow-- grasping for a theory in lieu of a relationship, wanting to argue semantics because they are devoid of intimacy, they ask "how far can I go?" rather than "how close can I get?"

The second kind of person is the other extreme: the legalistic Christian, always keeping some kind of score. These are the ones who judge people who aren't in church every time the doors are open, the ones who are more concerned with outward sins than inward ones, the ones who are looking for a reason to correct. You probably know the type: they want to label everyone and everything, make formulas for the way God moves and speaks and works. To them, things are more important than people, church is an institution rather than the body of Christ, and appearances are foremost. They're the ones who give group #1 their bitter fuel, and would probably proudly admit it. They take it upon themselves to be judge and jury, and are grossly under-qualified for such a task. They are far more concerned with details than with relationship, something they have in common with group #1. They cling to tradition, rarely questioning what they've been told or finding the truth out for themselves in a loving relationship with their Father. And in this quest to uphold tradition, they heap unbiblical teachings and false guilt on immature followers, like the Pharisees did in the New Testament. I actually sat in a church service not too long ago when a preacher began talking about how some churches are changing their service times from Sundays to Saturday nights to accommodate their congregation's schedules and try to get a different type of crowd into the church who couldn't or wouldn't come on Sundays. I sat listening to the preacher talk about how disgusted he was by this, saying how it was wrong not to have service on Sundays. What? Do you think Jesus cares which day of the week you meet for church service? I think He probably cares more about how you meet with Him the other 6 days of the week. Religion steals one's ability to see the obvious. This preacher was caught up in tradition so much that he was willing to bad-mouth another church for trying something new in an attempt to reach more people for Christ. The legalist is more concerned with tradition, surface issues, the law than with true relationship. They ask "How much must I do for Him?" rather than "How close can I get to Him?"

The truth is I've been both--the line-maker and the line-walker, so I can't judge either group except to say that the truth lies in relationship. True, intimate relationship with the Savior is the only way to keep your bearings and find yourself somewhere in between the sinner and self-proclaimed saint. I find in my own life that when I'm closest to Him, I don't feel the need to argue over what I can get away with, nor do I find myself so concerned with what others are trying to get away with, but instead I feel privileged to be in the family of God, honored that He would count me worthy to bear His precious name, and determined not to smear it. And when I do, humbled to know that I serve such a merciful God, who entrusts the light of the world to humanity.

A person's a person, no matter how small.

As of now, Zack, Meghan and I have decided to print out flyers to pass out at movie theaters on Saturday for the opening weekend of the movie Horton Hears a Who. The premise of the movie is "A person's a person, no matter how small." This theme speaks so beautifully to the rights of the unborn. I went online to see if I could find a template for something people are passing out, but instead I found so many blogs discussing the hot topic of this movie and abortion.

I am always surprised when I hear people using words like self-righteous, fanatics or religious zealots to describe those who take a stand for the lives of the unborn. One blog actually said how ridiculous it was to compare the two things, and then went on a rampage about how Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss) didn't write the book to be about abortion. Instead, they said, it was intended to be about the Japanese after the bombing of Hiroshima, and went on to defend the rights of those people to live. I thought, "And how is that not about human life?" Maybe Mr. Geisel didn't intend for the book to relate to abortion, but it is a story about human rights--the right to live, no matter how small or insignificant that person may seem. Maybe he didn't write it to mean that, but the story is universally true, and it applies, whether it supports your beliefs or not. How can anyone with one eye and half a brain not see the correlation? How can someone trying to defend the murder of the innocent be called SELF-righteous? Aren't those who think they have the right to decide the fate of a human life the ones who have proclaimed themselves to be God?

The argument for abortion is so ludicrous to me that I find myself constantly surprised that people believe it. In fact, I don't believe that people believe it. It's absurd. It's a lie perpetuated by misguided media, and self-serving political figures and the devil himself. Who has the right to give or take life but God? This whole abortion issue is such a symptom of a society that doesn't acknowledge the existence of God. I recently heard rumored a notion of legalized post-birth abortions. What? Can that really be serious? How about we reserve the right for the mother to kill her child a year or two after the birth? It's her right, isn't it? Isn't it that ridiculous? Doesn't it seem like murder to everyone else?

I can't help but think of the Holocaust. An entire race marked for death. People often wonder how humanity could be capable of such gruesome violence. And we sit so smugly watching Hotel Rwanda or Schindler's List and think we are not as guilty. I'm afraid Americans in general are so self-righteous that even if we realized what we were doing, we would be too proud to admit it, or to change. And what great world power will there be to stop us? Hitler had massive armies knocking on Germany's door. But who will save the babies? Who will stand against a culture of death? Only God's judgment, I fear.

It sickens me, angers me, brings me to tears. But no emotion will save the babies. Only prayer. Only prayer. Don't forget to pray for them. We can't forget such an epic injustice. An entire generation marked for death. We have to stand up for those who have no voice, because a person is a person, no matter how small!

"Jesus, I plead your blood over my sins and the sins of my nation. God, end abortion and send revival to America."

New Life

Today I was watching a documentary on women incarcerated at Riker's Prison in New York. The prison had decided to implement a horticulture program into their system. There were outdoor gardens where prisoners could come and learn about horticulture, grow fruits and vegetables, flowers, herbs, and even enter an internship when they were released to help them find jobs in this field. But what had begun as an attempt to reform these women, and simply equip them for life when they were released from prison turned into far more.

As these women began to watch the plants grow and saw the life that came from the earth, they began to report that they felt peace, love and even "closeness to God." They began to let go of the things they had done and that were done to them. They started to open up and talk about things they hadn't before. They felt such pride in causing things to grow rather than tearing things down.

One woman said she felt like God was telling her He was on her side when He allowed things to grow for her. She said it brought peace to see things bloom and ripen.

And as I watched the show, I immediately recognized God's power at work. I recently read a book by Staci Eldridge called Captivating. In the book, she describes the ways God speaks to us, a major way being through nature.

I can just see the smile on God's face as these women stopped to notice the beauty of His creation, and I can hear Him gently whisper Just look! I can make ALL things new!.

These women were reporting finding hope for their lives again, just in seeing pumpkins and strawberries and mint leaves grow. How amazing is our God!

They interviewed some of the women after they were released from prison, and they were saying they had never noticed all the beauty around them before they were incarcerated. Watching the growth that comes from the earth made them realize that they could grow and cause life to come forth instead of death.

God really spoke to me through this secular documentary. He is showing me that everything He creates is a life-giving, transforming truth--we need only watch and learn.

The Great Holocaust

A Free Gift

Last Saturday, Zack had this outreach planned for the youth group that I was a bit skeptical about. It was a soda and water outreach. We took a few hundred sodas and bottles of water in coolers of ice and went to the busiest intersection in Spring Hill and passed them out to people stopped at the light. They were free to anyone who wanted some. Along with the drinks, we gave them a card that said "We hope you enjoy this free gift from Third Degree student ministries of Family First Assembly." On the back were some scripture verses, one of which was the one in which Jesus says "He who drinks of Me will never thirst again." We held signs up that said "Free Water and Soda." Seemed simple enough.

It wasn't. This outreach impacted me more than anything has in a really long time. Why? Because people wouldn't take them. We would tell them they were free, that we wouldn't accept any donations, that we just wanted to bless them, and they just wouldn't accept them. At first, I didn't think it was a big deal. Then it sort-of started to hurt my feelings for some reason. Then I started to see so many spiritual analogies that I kept getting choked up, and I almost had to stop at certain times. It was a free gift. Why wouldn't people just take it?

Some people would roll their windows down, ask what it was about, then say they didn't need anything to drink. Some people assumed it was a scam or that there was some sort of catch, and didn't believe what we were saying. Some rolled their windows up as soon as they saw us approaching, or were too busy talking on their cell phones to notice us. So many times, the kids in the back seat would hear us explain to their parents that it was a free gift, and we would hear them say, "I want one, mom," but the parents wouldn't allow them to have it. My heart broke. It was hurtful to offer something to someone as a gift and have them reject it, even though it was just a drink.

I couldn't help but think about Jesus' free gift that so many of us assume comes with a catch, or are too proud to accept. I thought about kids who would willingly come, but whose parents prevent them. I thought about the people who wouldn't even look in our direction because they didn't want to be bothered or were too busy, and missed out on a gift of love.

There were some who tried to pay us, and even after we told them we wouldn't accept it, wanted to give us money because they couldn't accept it for nothing. And those we literally had to beg to take it. There were some who said "Oh, you're just trying to get us to come to your church" when they found out what we were doing. When people asked why, we told them we wanted to bless them, that it was free like God's gift to us. Most thought it was strange or asked how we expected to make money that way.

There were those who already had a drink in their car, and refused to accept ours because they said they didn't need one. One lady actually told me she didn't want one because she only drinks Pepsi products. It seemed that once one person at the beginning of the line rejected our gift, everyone after them who saw what they did, chose to do the same. They assumed if the person ahead of them didn't want it, they wouldn't either. They must know something they didn't. There must be a catch.

And then there were a few who saw a sign that said we had a free gift to offer them, and they wanted it. Some asked for more than one drink. And we loved that. We gave them as many as they wanted. Some seemed so moved by our act of love, and told us how much it meant to them to see love in action. Some thought it was strange, but still accepted it. One lady said, "I was just thinking to myself 'I'm so thirsty, I really wish I had a bottle of water,'" just as we walked over to hand her one. There were people who had probably been scammed before or fooled before or hurt before, and they still chose to give it a try. Those who genuinely appreciated what we were doing and saw that they needed what we were offering. It seemed the same was true of this group--once people saw those ahead of them take the drinks, they figured they would take one too. The choices made by those around them affected their decisions.

We loved it when people accepted our gift. It made us feel so good. And it was discouraging to see so many people miss out on a blessing out of ignorance or bitterness or busyness or pride. And I saw the heart of God that day. And my heart broke.

Matthew 7:11 says "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" (NIV)

May I ever recognize my need of Him, ever be grateful, ever be watchful of my Father's gifts. The heart of the Father is the heart of a Giver. How it must break His heart for His children to reject His most precious Gift.

I wish I'd written this article...

Charisma Magazine -- May, 2005

Charismatic Idols
By J. Lee Grady

My heart sank in January when the Orlando Sentinel began running articles about prominent Christian recording artist Clint Brown, who pastors one of the largest churches in Central Florida. The news was bad: Brown and his wife, Angie, were embroiled in a divorce and were dividing their financial assets. After looking at court records, Sentinel reporters published Brown's salary, the cost of his two homes, the value of his seven cars (including a $95,000 Mercedes-Benz) and the amounts he spent on luxury items from pricey boutiques.

It was sad enough that a Christian leader's marriage was falling apart. It was sadder that the Browns were in court. But what was most tragic was that so many people in the Orlando area were hearing these reports about a pastor's lavish lifestyle. Of course, members of Brown's 6,000-member church defended him. But a larger group of already jaded unbelievers probably said to themselves, These preachers are all the same--they're just in it for the money.

We could argue all day about whether it's right or wrong for a minister of God to buy a $40,000 Rolex or pay $7,000 a month for his house. Brown draws a lot of his income from his recordings, and I will defend any person's right to make a decent living.

And besides, there's no rule in the Bible that says ministers can't own multiple properties or wear nice clothes. Church leaders are not required to be poor.

But the questions remain: Are Christian ministers, whose callings are a public trust, allowed to damage God's reputation--and smear the rest of us--by living any way they choose? Is it right to collect people's tithes--money that is set apart for a holy purpose--and use it to make ostentatious purchases?

Some prosperity preachers think so. It seems they've rewritten the Bible to suggest that greed is now a virtue.

I can't judge what is in Clint Brown's heart. I love his music, and I pray his marriage is restored. But his situation is further evidence that we face a crisis.

Greed has invaded the church. The message of Jesus has been hijacked by opportunistic preachers who use the pulpit to enrich themselves. They bombard our airwaves every day, selling promises of instant blessings in return for "$1,000 seeds."

Their message is like an oily, sleazy smog that threatens to suffocate us. This corruption has polluted our movement and maligned our witness.

I'm tempted to walk away from it altogether when I see such bold, flagrant disregard for biblical standards among leaders who claim to have a direct hotline to God. How I long for the innocent days when we didn't put a price tag on the Holy Spirit's anointing.

Rick Warren, the Southern Baptist pastor who wrote the book The Purpose-Driven Life, is not identified with the charismatic movement and has probably never given a "$1,000 seed" to any prosperity preacher. Yet his book has hovered near the top of a New York Times best-sellers list for a year and is now the highest-selling hardback book in American history. He has made millions in royalties, but one of the first things he did with his money was give back to his church every dollar they ever paid him in salary.

Warren and his wife also decided they would not upgrade their lifestyle just because they struck it rich. They started a charitable foundation and pledged to use their profits to fund missions projects.

This pastor's humble approach to success seems almost foreign to most of us. We forget that the early disciples were too radical about revival to be distracted by materialism. We overlook the fact that the apostle Paul--who wrote many of the Bible passages we preach about prosperity--spent his last days not in a mansion but in "rented quarters" (Acts 28:30, NASB).

I fear for the American church. Many of our leaders, behaving like Eli's immoral sons, are dipping their hands into the offering plate and taking by force things that don't belong to them (see 1 Sam. 2:12-17). Some of us are acting like Elisha's servant, Gehazi, who traded his spiritual calling for a little silver and a couple of nice outfits (see 2 Kings 5:20-27).

And in many of our churches, the spirit of Achan rules--a spirit that covets material things that God has said are off-limits (see Josh. 7:20-22). Achan's concealed greed caused all Israel to lose the battle. What will be the cost of the unrestrained selfishness we charismatics parade before the world?

Leaders in the New Testament church--who learned their theology while in prison--didn't care about expensive spa treatments, plastic surgery or Gucci handbags. Yet in many Christian circles today, we view these worldly status symbols as evidence of God's blessing.

May He forgive us for rejecting true worship to bow before golden calves.

Silent Siege

On Saturday, Zack, Meghan, Rebekah and I did a Silent Siege in Clearwater.
Total honks and waves received: 15-20.
Total obscene gestures received: 2.
Total success.

We stood with life tape on our mouths in front of the abortion clinic, praying and crying out to God on behalf of the babies who have no voice and the mothers who've been deceived into thinking they have no choice.

"Jesus, I plead your blood over my sins and the sins of my nation. God, end abortion, and bring revival to America."


Let me know if you're interested in participating in our next Silent Siege.

The Mean Time

I haven't blogged about my life at present in a while because there is so much going on that I can't really talk about and also because Zack and I seem to be stuck in limbo right now. Lots of decisions to be made, a lot to think about. And we are thinkers. I don't mean we're smart (that goes w/out saying), but we have to think and discuss and hash over every minute decision we make until we ultimately drive ourselves crazy with it. We don't want to make the wrong decision, we don't want to be out of God's will, we don't want to be impetuous, we're scared. For whatever reason, we always like to take our time, work things through, and wait. And I don't think it's a bad thing necessarily, but lately it's starting to kill me. Lately I'm starting to think that sometimes faith is just stepping out and saying "I don't know, but I'll try." Dr. Mark Rutland preaches a sermon about when God told him to "Go to Ghana." He (God) didn't say how, He didn't say when, He just said Go. Dr. Rutland didn't even know what he would do once he got there--he had no contacts in Ghana. But God told him to go, and he just went, And God provided for Him every step of the way. That sounds so crazy in this day and age of technology--everything can be organized, planned, detailed, confirmed, all with minimal effort and leaving no room for the uncertain and unplanned. And often leaving no room for God to just be in control and for us to just depend on Him. And why should we? We can handle things ourselves.

Zack and I were recently hit hard with the news of a friend's death. He had cancer, but we had been praying and fasting for him for a while. His cancer had gone into remission. Things were looking good for him. The chemotherapy had weakened his body's defenses, and when an infection set into his lungs, he wasn't able to fight it. We are devastated. And as I get ready to attend his viewing this evening and funeral tomorrow, I'm struck by the realization that any thoughts of control over our own lives are not only arrogant but naive. We only control what God allows us to. The rest is in His hands. As a bit of a control freak myself, that's a realization that's both terrifying and freeing. I'm not responsible for Tim's death. I prayed, I fasted, I quoted scripture, I did everything I knew how to do, and in the end, God did what He wanted to do anyway. I've always fought the urge to think But, I could've done more... The truth is that I don't want that kind of responsibility. At some point, God has to see my humanness and do His will in spite of my best efforts.

I want God to do His will in my life. Maybe this blog is more of a prayer than anything else. God, do what You want to do in my life, and don't let me get in the way with my selfish plans. Only, do it quickly, do it now. I'm growing weary of the meantime.

Huckabee evangelizes on CNN

I'm sure many of you have seen this already, but I just watched it for the first time and was absolutely blown away by it. I have been a staunch Brownback advocate since The Call Nashville, but I may be swayed toward Huckabee after this answer to what he believes about creation.

Summer of Romance

This has been the most amazing summer I've ever experienced. Sadly, I won't be able to put into words all the things God has done in me and is still doing. I think I last blogged about Consumed and some of the supernatural things that took place there. I saw the face of Jesus in a vision. I looked into His face and He looked at me with fierce longing and desire, and I will never be the same. In an instant I felt loved like I have never been before, and that love ignites love in me like I've never felt before.

The next week I went on vacation with my family. One night we listened to the CD of a prophet named Dutch Sheets regarding The Call which was going to take place in Nashville on 7/7/07. We cried and had our own little prayer meeting and I've since seen fruit of things that were broken and shifted that night.

Zack and I decided we would go to Nashville on July 7th, and we brought 11 other people with us. That weekend has stirred something in me that's hard to put into words. We re-covenanted with God for being unfaithful to Him. We remarried Him. The entire day was devoted to prayer, repentance, fasting, and romance. Romance? Yah. But it was the sweetest, most intimate thing. Here are some lyrics to one of the songs we sang that day taken from Song of Solomon: "No longer your master, but your husband I will be. You have ravished my heart with one glimpse of your eyes. How fair is your love, my promised, my bride." Those words make my heart melt in the cheesiest middle-schooler way. It was at The Call that I got a burden for abortion like I've never had before. Zack, Meghan and I stood in front of an abortion clinic a week later with life tape on our mouths as a silent cry for the unborn who have no voice.

The following week we left for El Salvador on a missions trip where almost 1,100 people gave their hearts to Christ. We've had some amazing youth services over the past few months too. God is really pouring out His Spirit. He keeps speaking things to me and stirring things in my heart.

I've recently picked up a book again that I hadn't finished reading called "Captivating" by John and Stasi Eldridge. This book is amazing. It's so funny to me how God works. He's been reiterating certain verses and messages over and over again this summer to us and to Christians everywhere. For instance, things I prophesied at Consumed were spoken again and again at The Call and again on the mission trip and now I'm reading them in a whole new light in this book. I realize what God's been trying to do to me this summer. He's been romancing me.

Read this exerpt from the book: "Every song you love, every memory you cherish, every moment that has moved you to holy tears has been given to you from the One who has been pursuing you from your first beath in order to win your heart. God's version of flowers and chocolates and candlelight dinners comes in the form of sunsets and falling stars, moonlight on lakes and cricket symphonies; warm wind, swaying trees, lush gardens and fierce devotion. This romancing is immensely personal. It will be as if it has been scripted for your heart. He knows what takes your breath away, what makes your heart beat faster.We have missed many of His notes simply because we shut our hearts down in order to endure the pain of life." Wow. God has been wooing me since I was a little girl, and now, at 26, I'm just beginning to see it.

21 Days turn off

This is why I won't be checking my myspace, blog, or email for a while. If you need to get ahold of me, you can give me a call!

Bound4Life

Jesus, I plead your blood over my sins and the sins of my nation. God, end abortion and send revival to America.

Let my faith arise!

This morning during my devotions, the Lord really touched me like He hasn't in a long time. It was so refreshing. I was listening to this Jason Upton song, and I felt like the Lord was speaking it prophetically over me. Let my faith arise! Here are the words:


Let faith arise, oh Lord, let faith arise
In the deepest parts of my being, oh Lord
In the most broken parts of me, oh Lord
Friends have failed me Lord, let my faith arise
Loved ones have failed me Lord, let my faith arise
Heroes have failed me Lord, let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
I say NO to the discouragement that keeps me down
I say NO to the things that keep me back from You
And this broken heart inside of me
Broken in so many pieces
By so many circumstances
I say NO to just letting it stay that way
Because I'm learning to trust that it's not You that hurt me
I'm learning to believe that it's not You that deserted me
I'm believing that You still love me
Brokenness and all
I'm believing that You've got a plan for me
I'm believing that You will restore me
I believe that You will awaken my soul
And let, let faith arise again, I believe
I believe like a little child again
I'm gonna dance in my trust in You, oh Lord
I'm gonna dance in my love for You, oh Lord
I'm gonna laugh again
I'm gonna cry again
I'm gonna have joy, joy on the inside
Circumstances around me try to pull me down
I'm going to believe in that faith again
Cause You're my Creator
You're my Comfort
You're the One that will never desert me
So Daddy, I raise my hands up to You Lord
I raise my hands up to You, oh Lord
And I dance with my feet, I dance with my feet
And I say, come and, come and hold me Lord
Cause I'm learning to trust You with the faith of a child
Trust You with the faith of a child
I can have joy again like a child
I'm not going to let it come down
I'm not going to let those bullets come down
Come down and hurt me no more
Cause I'm raising up the Shield of Faith
And the Sword of the Lord
I'm believing on your Word Lord
I'm trusting in the Word that You said
And I'm waiting on You
Waiting on You
And I'm rejoicing in the fact that the Bible says
That You are my Victorious Warrior
You're the one that fights for me
I don't have to fight anymore
You're the one that fights for me, oh Lord
My faith is rising, my faith is rising, my faith is rising
I can see You again Lord.
I can see You on the horizon of my life, oh Lord
I can see Your Son, it's rising up, it's rising up, it's rising up
And I don't have to be discouraged anymore
And I don't have to fight this loneliness anymore
Cause You're in my life, You're in my life more than anyone can ever be
Father we're building a relationship again, just me and You
We're building a relationship again, just me and You
It's not about the job I have
It's not about the friends I have
It's not about the house I have or the social status I have
It's about me and You
We're building a relationship again, just me and You
You're building my faith up again

Let faith arise, oh Lord!