You’re where I want to be.
Every Friday, a bunch of people in Bemidji get together to worship God. It’s one of my favorite nights of the week. Not only do we get to intercede for the city of Bemidji, but we get to spend time together in fellowship, sing songs of praise to our heavenly father, and even seen God do miracles by healing people (just last night, one of my good friend’s wrist was healed!).
That’s why I go. God is doing amazing things in this city. I’m going to focus on me for this post though 
. There is one more thing I find happening at Friday Night Worship. People are being filled up with the Holy Spirit. People like me. I often find myself drained after a long week and constantly find God renewing my spirit while I worship Him. It’s like all my frustrations are lifted away. The pain is gone. And when I forget why I’m here, He gently reminds me.
Last night, we started off singing a variation of the song We Are One In The Spirit. The lyrics we sang went something like this: Read More…
Read MoreThe Lord’s Army
This, the vision I saw:
I saw an army, a great army. They charged forth against the enemy. I watched as they ran into battle with their armor on, but no weapons of any kind. No swords, no axes, no shields, no maces – no weapons of any kind.
This army, this magnificent army was no ordinary army. It was the army of the saints. Every saint was at war against the evil one.
Every Saint.
As they charged forth, without their weapons, the outcome became obvious to me. Because I was wrong – they had a weapon greater than any hand could forge. Now I could see it. I could hear it. It was the sound of power. It was the sound of strength. It was a song of redemption.
It was the song of Jesus!
Read MoreScripture of the day
I was reading this today and wanted to share it with you.
Isaiah 61
1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor;
he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor,
and the day of vengeance of our God;
to comfort all who mourn;
3to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified. Read More…
West, sounds good to me
But Jonah ran away from the LORD and headed for Tarshish.
Ah, good old Jonah. I love how Jonah is never running away from some thing, or some place. But he is always seems to be running away from the LORD.
I like to run from the Lord. I don’t think I do it on purpose, or even consciously, but I find my self running from God all the time. This last month or so has once again been one of those times.
Thanks to the help and love of some great friends, I started to dive into my running. I didn’t even know why I was running. I had even less idea how to solve my problem.
And to be honest, I think it was/is the same stuff that was depressing me before. It was just masking itself differently.
So, what is this answer I seek after? I don’t know entirely. If there is one thing I’m convicted of though, it’s this: I need to fight for what I believe is Truth. I haven’t been. It’s scary.
So, please pray for me, that I would have strength, and courage, to always fight for Truth.
Read MoreWe Need to Pray
I am so convicted of this right now. We have forgotten how to pray.
You know how it goes, we open in prayer and we close in prayer, but how often do we spend that time asking God what He wants us to do?
Instead our prayers look something like this: “God we have this thing we are going to do, please bless it.”
God is moving – are we moving with Him? are we even listening?
It’s my prayer that we would become a movement of people that pray like it matters. That everything we do would be saturated in prayer. And that we would ask God where He wants us to go – and then go there.
Read MoreThe end of a semester
This semester has been, tough. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting. This semester has been amazing.
Somewhere in the caos of finding a place to sleep at night, trying to find partners that would support me on campus, looking for a church home, meeting people I would soon call friends, and working on campus I found myself dreaming. Big dreams, dreaming like I’ve never dreamed before. To see God radically change this community, and especially this campus.
I found myself awake for the first time in a long time. No longer dead, no longer going through the motions. I’ve spent the last two years seeking my identity, trying to figure out who God, my creator, had created me to be. And I think I’ve known in my head for some time, but it never touched my heart. There were aspects there, but not fully. But than that ship thing happend. And I know now, more than ever, that I have a lot to learn yet of who I am. But the foundation is being set, the core of who I am flowed into my heart.
And so I chased those dreams. I ran full speed ahead, only to have every dream thrown to the ground. The world told me no, that I couldn’t chase those dreams. Every step was met with an unexpected road block. I was heartbroken. I wanted to give up, I thought about turning back. ”Let somebody else chase that dream” and “what’s the point?” were common though processes in my head. I questioned if my dreams were even from God, maybe I was just being prideful and selfish, seeking my will be done. Everything told me to quit.
I couldn’t quit. Somewhere in this process of me discovering me, I’d changed. My dreams are much bigger than me, so much more than I could every hope to accomplish on my own. So, with every ounce of strength that I have, I move forward. With every step, I move forward; leaving a bit of my old-self in the past and realizing more of my new-self. I’m still not perfect. I still have a lot to work on.
I’m starting to see fruit.
Every ounce of hurt and pain along the race has been worth it. I think today is the day everything changes. Today is the day satan cowers in the corner because he knows he has lost. Today is the day that God’s dream and reality start to look like one another.
And the point (aka application) of all this: Whatever your dream is, however big or small your dream is, however impossible your dream is, run has hard as you can and never give up. Because if you do, God will pick you up when you fall, God will carry you when you can no longer take a step forward, and God will fill you with an unimaginable joy in the process.
Read MoreAbout Me
Hello world! My name is Adam Lepp and have I got a story to tell you. It starts off pretty average, has some major roller coaster moments in the middle, and has the besting ending ever. It's still being written, so join me as I continue to tell the story of love.