Training Room
So, I went to training camp last week. It was UNREAL. I really don’t know how to describe what happened but my mind is stuck on the training room. There’s so much beauty in location and that training room was the home of a lot of heart work. So I wrote a poem this morning in attempt to express my thoughts about this training room. You’ll find the words and a video of its delivery within this post. I hope I do it justice. Thank you to everyone who has supported me in prayer and financially. You guys are the hands of God. Love you all!
TRAINING ROOM
There’s this room…the training room
where worship is its culture
where lifted hands and open hearts offer praise without the mind’s permission.
It is a place where I came face to face with ABBA
and my pride diminished into a dust until humility was the only thing left.
I walked in with walls and left as Jericho,
wrecked and exposed.
In this room
I was conditioned to reverence
learned that this reverence was the beginning of my wisdom
that this space was designed for honor
designed awe
created for adoration of a king who is worthy of it all.
I saw God in this room
in His splendor
In His wonder.
I allowed my voice to rise, to exhort
a God who isn’t my last but my only resort.
I was trained in this room, trained in kingdom principle
taught to hear the voice of God like a child answering her Father’s beckoning
taught that condemnation and conviction cannot live in the same home
that one produces shame
the other produces hope
and this hope is the very foundation of the change that I seek.
This room reminded me that God is close
that God is near
closer than my next breath
closer than the next heart beat that keeps me alive.
See this God kept me… alive.
When I felt like I was being tossed by every wind,
falling endlessly into cycles that I was drowning in.
This room helped me find my footing
helped me find my fitting.
It quieted my panic into a calm like the rainbow after a storm.
This room put thunder in my bones
put fire in my voice
breathed life into this pen
see training room became sanctuary where I found intimacy again.
This room… this room caused my pen to bleed
caused my pen to bleed worship
to bleed raw truth
and now I’m in desperate pursuit to make every room I’m in my training room.
See this poetry has taken me a lot of places
but out of all of the stages
this room is my favorite.
A room of worship
a room of exposure
a room of love
a room of… training.
Wow Cici! All I have is sweet tears at the reading of your spoken word. Tears so thick….I can barely see through to type this message. HE is so GOOD! Looking forward to going on this beautiful adventure with you. Love you!
Oh my CiCi! Listening to you speak is captivating! This was so beautiful and so well put together! Yes! Yes! Yes!