Every time I have the privilege of capturing an event at
Freedom House I get excited. Excited about capturing the moment, really getting the mood and feel of the event captured with an image or two... or sixty. :)
But on this day it was more than an event. It was a miraculous exchange between believers and God.
It was belief that there is more to this world than what we see in the present.
It was faith that if each person, each one would do their part, would be a part of the many, that we could change the city, and even reach across the world.
It was kids. Fundraising. Doing chores. Cracking into their piggy banks to give. To give toward wells being dug in India (via
Joyce Meyer Ministries).
To give toward the architectural drawings for their new building full of classrooms that will soon reside next to the main church building.
It was worship. Not just music. But get-in-your-face-see-the-power-of-God worship.
But mostly, it was about sacrifice and positioning. Positioning oneself to catch the next big thing God has ready for us. Making that sacrifice to get in the perfect position to receive the next step God's plan.
And the stories that abound from this miraculous event are endless. I have two of my own, one of which occurred the same day we gave our offering, our sacrifice. And the miracle that came from us placing that money in God's hands is worth far more than the amount written on that check. Times a hundred million. And it's not just our story. It's each and every person that gave, and continues to give sacrificially, with a cheerful heart, expectant and positioning themselves to see God move - it's their stories. And I got to capture this tiny glimpse of it. And for that, I am thankful. Humbled. And thankful.