one year ago I stood amongst thousands in the O2 arena in London after a month of studying at Oxford. There my weary soul rested in Him, and heard truth that would pave the way for what the next 12 months would hold.
Brian Houston said, “Refuse to live in complacency and mediocrity. Live in commitment to the great unknown where feet may fail, because it’s there where you’ll find Him. Go wherever Jesus goes, and come when Jesus says come. Fix your eyes on Jesus - head towards where He is.”
Thankful for Hillsong Conf London 2013, where God did a massive work in my heart to liberate me from a lot of legalism and open my eyes to His radical, relentless, redeeming love in Jesus for the whole entire world.
Still praying for the city of London and for God to move in Europe. #thisisrevival
// tonight we went to Head of the River, a massive pub in London set beside a beautiful river. It was sunset when we went for post essay drinks, and we saw some random English traditional dance. Had a wonderful conversation about John 4 and finding true satisfaction in Jesus. As I looked at the beauty of creation and people around me, I couldn’t help but praise God for who He is, the Living Water.
// seventeen thousand kilometers from home, these words are playing over and over in my head. what does it really mean for me to surrender everything to God, to go wherever He would call me? Am I willing to go deeper, further, higher than ever before, so my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Saviour? Learning so much being abroad, but mainly learning to trust God where He has called me // #theoxfordadventure
// Today I went to C S Lewis’ house in Oxford. It was more wonderful than I even expected. I heard stories about his life that I’d never heard before. I got to stand in his room and sit at his desk and wander the paths in the forest surrounding his house that no doubt inspired the world of Narnia. I’m so thankful for the way God worked through this man, and the words that he penned:
“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”