God on the Move

I really am so excited about Christ. I am delighted to be earnestly and whole-heartedly seeking God like I never have before. Unfortunately, I have been blasphemous in my "efforts" to be a Christian thus far in life. More than my unconditional depravity or the gravity that sin has put on my actions, I have just been settled. Complacent like I mentioned in my previous post. I have been unwilling to make any attempts to pursue God, and content to "wait" on God to move.
I believe there are times in our walks we should be still and let God take over; let Him whisper to us in our silence. However, many times we forget we serve a God that many in the world still don't acknowledge. We serve a moving God. A God who put our planet into motion and made a vast amount of animals to move about the Earth, and he gave us the feet so we could make His body move.
I don't want to share how I am so superior in my walk now or how I am the wisest to ever roam the globe; I don't feel that way at all. In fact, I have come to recognize more and more that my faults are numerous and quite quantitative, which makes God's love even that more amazing to me. I just want to share that God can take a nobody, screw-up like yours truly and turn his life upside down. I've said all these things before at some point in my life, but I have never honestly believed what I have spoken. Now it is real.
Just a couple for instances: I was at a prayer meeting this past Sunday night to end our 21 day fast as a church. Not many people completed it, and even fewer showed up to share what God had done for them in the three weeks, but the ones that did open up were remarkable.
First, was a lady who shared about her son who had been away from God for years and even denounced His existence after being raised a believer. She was so emotional after stating that he was now deciding he needed Christ now in his life and making the effort to attend church again now. Then she mentioned his name. See, even as the supposed Christian I was proclaiming to be this struck my heart, because not too long ago I partied with this guy. Hard. I was being the guy I had been for years, a faithless religious person, and I was living not amongst the sinners, but as the sinner. It broke my heart, but also warmed it as I got to speak with him in a totally different dynamic later that night.
The second major one for me was a man struggling with his marriage. He wasn't struggling to coexist with his wife in the household, they weren't arguing about finances, and they weren't facing divorce. He is a very strong believer and servant to God's kingdom, working with the children's ministry every Sunday, and his wife didn't believe at all. For 21 days I had prayed for my future wife (and I haven't stopped). I prayed for her heart. I prayed she would be eager to seek God's face and that she would also be praying for a Christian leader of a husband. Then there was this man who loved God so much, in tears (as was I), painfully spilling his desires for his wife to know Christ. I don't know if irony is the word or if that was divine placement of our God, but I feel as if it was the latter. Either way, I have a peace for that man, because as I closed our group in prayer, praying over him standing in the place of his wife, I somehow knew God had control of her heart already.
God is on the move right now. I see him more everyday than I ever have before. Don't try to slow Him down. Let us move with God as He goes.