Parking Lot Prayers

Have you ever noticed how truly loved you are?
Has anyone told you?
Has anyone SHOWN you?

I’ve realized that as you leave, people share their love in a whole new way. People actually tell you they love you. The words they say and the notes they give share their hearts and show how truly they do love you.

Before, I’d never realized how deeply loved I actually was. I didn’t know the impact I’ve had on so many lives. Saying goodbyes and hearing those kind words makes leaving so much harder than I thought it would be.

I’m so grateful to have these sweet moments that bring tears to my eyes as I say goodbye to those my heart suddenly feels so connected to.

But my question is this: why don’t we love like this always? Why don’t we radically love every day of our lives? Why don’t we say “I love you” and hug everyone, everyday, like they’re leaving the next? Why do we let people go from our presence not knowing how deeply loved they truly are?

Over these past few days, I’ve seen what revival looks like. I’ve seen the heart of the Father shown through simple acts of confident obedience. I’ve seen a glimpse into what life on the race will be like. I’ve seen and experienced parking lot prayers. This is love. Love that is willing to give up all embarrassment in order to bring those we love to the Father.

A truly, truly sweet friend of mine prayed over me in Walmart. Not in a corner, not whispering, but in the doors of Walmart for all to hear and see. This pure soul loved me so much that she brought me to the Father without shame and wouldn’t let me leave her presence without knowing how loved I am.

A man strong in the faith prayed over me in the Lowe’s parking lot. Not behind a car—in an open parking spot in the middle of the lot. He would not let me leave without bringing me to the Father and placing a blessing over me.

One of my closest friends gave me a hug and prayed the sweetest prayer and spoke words that touched my heart so deeply. He was in a time crunch, yet stopped to bring me to the Father and make sure I knew how loved I am.

This is love.

May we love like this daily. May we be so confident and love people so radically that each and every day we show them how truly loved they are by bringing them boldly and shamelessly to the Father.

This is my prayer over the coming 9 months. I pray that my squad and I would love so radically that the streets and markets would be filled with praying people. My prayer is that while we’re overseas, our loved ones back home would love so radically that prayer circles break out in restaurants and car shops and schools and anywhere else you might step foot.

Let revival flow, says my God.

Today is the day that I start this deepening adventure, and I am sure that I will see the goodness of the Lord and His revival flooding the nations. I’ll get to be a part of this. Will you join too?

“Women Who Risk” is a book I’ve been reading, and it says this: “In the West, you probably won’t have to die for Jesus. But will you live for Him?”

My answer is yes. What’s yours?