We started out hiding in the bathroom, worried about what might be on the other side of the door. We paused there in that small room and spent some time of stillness, a necessary thing before you set out on a journey to change the world. And so week one we stayed put, opening our hands for grace and truth to settle down into the deep, secret places.

Week two we opened the door but we lingered in the wide-open doorway, leaning heavy against the wood frame. We considered our passion, our limits, our choices, what moves us to cry and to worship.

And so this week it’s time to walk clear away from the bathroom door, to see it fade small into the distance behind us. This movement may look quiet or it may look loud. It may be subtle or radical, secret or obvious, hilarious or terrifying. Depending on your gifting, your life season, and your desire, this movement will look different for everyone. But it will be movement. Has any change ever come with out it?

You Move Me by Susan Ashton

This how it seems to me
Life is only therapy
Real expensive and
No guarantees
So I lie here on the couch
With my heart hanging out
Frozen solid with fear
Like a rock in the ground

But You move me
You give me courage I didn’t know I had,
You move me
I can’t go with You and stay where I am so,
You move me

Here is how love was to me
I could look and not see
Going through the emotions
Not knowing what they mean
And it scared me so much
That I just wouldn’t budge
I might have stayed there forever
If not for Your touch

Oh, but You move me
Out of myself and into the fire
You move me
Burning with love and with hope and desire,
How You move me

You go whistling in the dark
Making light of it, making light of it
And I follow with my heart
Laughing all the way
Oh, ’cause You move me
You get me dancing and You make me sing,
You move me
Now I’m taking delight in every little thing
How You move me
Oh, You move me