A couple weeks ago, I (Jaclyn), sat out in our field as the sun set. As I sat watching the kids play, I heard the Lord speak so softly to my heart. Do you remember? Do you remember the first time you stepped foot on this land? Do you remember the violence, and the fear that was so evident throughout? Do you remember how desolate it was? And how dark the nights were?
And then I heard Him say, but do you see what I did when you prayed? Do you see that for every prayer you've prayed, I was quick to answer? I sat there and went down the list of the specific prayers I had prayed, and saw how everyone of them had come to pass.
You see, our field HAS been used for torment and terror. It HAS been a place where drugs and lives HAVE been sold and taken. But today, I sat back and I watched redemption reign. I heard the sounds of littles running up and down the field. Children on the swings and climbing up and down the slides. I watched as the soccer balls were kicked back and forth and rather than everyone quickly dispersing as the sun set. They stayed. They were calm, filled with joy, they felt safe. They were home.
Sweet, sweet redemption. They are home.
I love how the Lord restores things. I love how a simple prayer filled with faith changes the atmosphere. I love that through example and dreams mindsets are changing. That the desire for more is happening. And more than all, I love that nothing is too far gone that cannot be redeemed.
This is transformation.