I’ll See You Do it Again…

You made a way when there was no way

And I believe I’ll see you do it again

I’ve seen you move, you moved the mountains

And I believe I’ll see you do it again

I’ll be playing with the worship team at Calvary Boise this weekend. During the week before playing, I make a play list on Spotify and listen to the songs while I work. One of the songs for the week is called Do It Again.

For some reason, the words hit my like a freight train this morning.

When I heard the words “you made a way when there was no way” my mind got blasted by images of moments from my past when this was true. Not casually true. Not kind of true. True.

First up was a vision of me kneeling in a dirty bathroom stall, praying. Yeah, gas station bathrooms are a mess and that’s where His promise stood. Five minutes before, some guy in a white, Fantasy Island suite (no joke) walked up to me on a corner in Thousand Oaks, California, handed me a little piece of paper and told me that God doesn’t get tired out and He hasn’t stopped following. The guy told me that it was time to throw down my weapons and surrender. He said that my treason would be pardoned and I could start over. That was a long time ago and I’m not sure what exact words he said, but that’s what I heard.

Then he walked away.

I felt like running. I also felt like there was no where to run. I was like a frozen rabbit that couldn’t figure out which direction to bolt to. So I ran to the nasty gas station bathroom.

I ran into the stall, locked the door, got on my knees and prayed. And cried. A lot. I’d like to say that when I got done reading the prayer on that tract that the heavens opened and something amazing happened.

Nope.

Well, the next image I saw was me walking through a parking lot at night. This was a few weeks after my stall incident. This lady named Janet walked straight up to me and told me what the next step was. I could go on, but what my little lyric-music-vision showed me, was that in that specific moment, mountains moved. It showed me that His promise to forgive still stands.

Images of me later, addicted to meth, drinking myself to death, the Secret Service breaking down my door… those came too. Images of my faithlessness came. Images of rebellion. After so much mercy I dug myself an even deeper hole. Then there I was again on my knees.

His promise was still standing…

What have I been reminded of this morning? I’m reminded that it doesn’t take digging your own hole and asking God to pull you out to know His faithfulness. My life might seem boring now, but I’ve seen mountains move.

I believe I’ll see it again…

Hopefully, the next mountains won’t be giant piles of my own making.