Who owns an awaking? Who owns a movement? Who can contain a revival. When cold hearts are called into thaw by the Holy Spirit, who can resist this draw? Who can reign in the inevitable dawning of spring, when the cold grip of winter is erased by the relentless tug of the warming rays of the sun.
Spring comes. Winter ends. We wake up. Our eyes open. Our mouths spill forth the song of rejoicing. His mercy and glory is accessible to all generations. God is good and God is real.
I have seen this awaking. It doesn't belong to a church or a philosophy or a label or a person. It belongs to these youths. Generation Genesis lives on. I will serve through this ministry until the kids no longer call. May the good Lord find us shelter and bless our quest to move ever closer to His awesomeness.
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