I woke up feeling much better the next day. It was a bittersweet day, because it was the last day of Heritage 2021, and somehow that just didn’t seem possible or right.
That morning, we had an amazing church service! Bro. Justin Jackson preached about Mount Zion (the church) and about how important it was in our lives and what it represents for us. It was a great reminder of how grateful we should be that we have a church to come together in.
During intermission, I got out my cliff bars and then I ran into Valena who was my twin for the day. I asked her if she wanted a cliff bar, and her eyes lit up as she nodded. We ended up standing right outside the door by the trash can and stuffing it down. 😂 I felt like I might’ve eaten it too quickly but in any case it helped me and gave me strength for the next service. If you happened to see me standing right outside the door by the trash can, that is what I was doing! 🤭👀😂
Bro. Lawhorn preached the second message titled “Apostolic for Life”. That message was one of many people’s favorite messages. Bro. Lawhorn always has catchy phrases that he uses during his message that I remember for years after he preached them. I’m not sure which message it was (I think it was during his message about submission), but he said that when we say “nevertheless” to God (and His will and way), it’ll be just that: never the less. God will always give us more!
While Bro. Lawhorn preached the message that morning, I felt a lot of things impact my heart; I felt challenged in a way I haven’t been challenged before. At the end of the message, Bro. Lawhorn told a story of some twin brother from Bedford, VA. I don’t honestly remember all of the details or during which battle this story happened, but the moral of the story stood out to me. The brothers got off of a boat and all around them were dead bodies and flowing blood. Everything looked hopeless and it seemed nearly impossible to survive. They had to take the top of the hill to be able to push the enemy back, but everyone was getting shot down and it appeared nobody would make it all the way up the hill.
One of the brothers looked at the other and stuck out his hand to shake it, he said “I’ll see you at the top of the hill!” His twin brother looked at him and said “You’re crazy! There’s no way we’ll make it up this hill! Look, everyone else is being shot down and you’re crazy to think we’ll make it!” He refused to shake his hand. His brother kept trying to shake his hand, but he wouldn’t do it. The story tells that the brother who said that they would make it to the top of the hill made it, but the brother who was convinced they wouldn’t make it, didn’t make it. (I don’t remember the names, so this might be a little hard to understand. If it is, I’m sorry! 🙈)
The moral and the point of the story is basically this: If you determine you’re gonna serve God and make it, you are going to do just that! If you are convinced you won’t be able to make it to Heaven, then you probably won’t! We need to make up our minds to be Apostolic for life! ❤
I can’t really describe that altar call, because I don’t remember too much of what happened after that story. I just remember I began to pray and dig deep. I guess sometimes is easy to do what you have to do (knowing it needs to be done), and you don’t really consider how easily you can lose your passion and joy. Before going to the States for this trip, I was exhausted. I’m not complaining, I’m just being transparent right now. When you feel like you are carrying a load on your shoulders and (for the most part) you are carrying it alone, it wears you down!
I just knew that I had to re-affirm a few things in my heart and mind, and in my relationship with God. I have made up my mind to serve God, no matter what comes and what life throws at me; I felt the need to re-establish that for myself, and to give a reminder to the devil. I think I about lost my voice that morning, but I’ve never felt so refreshed! At some point, I felt someone next to me praying. I didn’t know who it was until later, but my friend Maddi came and prayed for me. (Thanks Maddi, you da 💣!) Shortly after that, we were joined by Kennzie, Valena, Allana, Lydia, Jen, and I’m not sure who else. It was so refreshing, and I thank God that I have friends who are going to serve Him no matter what; those are the kind of people I want to surround myself by.
That was kind of a long description for one service, but I feel like that service was the make or break service for me, and that is where I got what I needed. I didn’t get all I wanted (I still wanted and expected more), but it was enough to make the trip 120 times worth it! 😁
After church, we went out to eat at Chipotle (which was amazing!) and then ran into Ross to shop a little bit.
After shopping, we went back to our hotel to take a nap for service that night and the lock-in afterwards. I don’t remember if we ended up getting our nap or not, but I do know we were more than ready to have an awesome last service of the youth conference. When I went in to pray (after choir practice) you could just feel something building up in the Spirit. More than what we had already received, young people were hungry for a greater outpouring of the Holy Ghost. There were people who still hadn’t received everything they needed.
Prayer kept building up and everyone was ready to hear the Word. I was looking forward to the message and for a confirmation I had prayed to receive.
Pastor Garrett preached a tremendous message on answering the calling and receiving God’s anointing. I don’t think I was able to stop crying during the whole message, and God met with me and spoke to me during/after altar call. He confirmed the last Word I was waiting on and praying for. I felt such a sweet, gentle peace and presence of God during altar call. I felt like curling up and just laying there before Him for a while; I didn’t want to leave. God had other plans, however.
We enjoyed our time at the lock-in, although my old grandma self was ready to go to sleep a whole hour before the lock-in ended! 😂 I had fun hanging out with different friends, and talking to people. Right before we walked out of lock-in, Jen and I got a last minute selfie with Tio Noe!
God gave me the opportunity to see so many people; I was refreshed and was given new strength. I have forever been changed by Heritage this year, and I know God met me there in a way that I’ve never experienced before.
I was tired, but it was worth every minute; I would go back and do it all over again! Some friends of mien suggested we turn right back around and go for Heritage 2021 II while we had our brand new fresh oil! I honestly can’t wait for next year!
I apologize if part of this post (or of the other ones) don’t make very much sense: I have been exhausted and I’m not sure how well I am articulating things and writing my stories out.
I want to give a special shoutout before I finish with Part 3 of the Heritage series. I want to give a shoutout to 2 of my awesome friends in Colorado Springs: Savannah and Denise! I love these girls and they always come up to me and hug my neck and make me feel super special. I love you, girls! I’m sorry you’ve been so disappointed in my lack of blogging, Denise. I will try to do better, but make no promises! 😂🙈
I hope you can now all understand the title of these Heritage posts. I expect to meet you all at the top of the hill!
I will hopefully have Part 4 out soon! Thanks for being patient with me and for letting me share all my adventures. 😁
Thanks for reading, and have a blessed day!