Tonight was the last night of Holy Yoga training, which feels so crazy. It’s been a short and long nine weeks. I’ve read and meditated and stretched and journaled more than I have in years, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. But that’s okay. This is just the beginning of the journey. I didn’t sign on to yoga instructor training because I knew it all or had it all together. I didn’t even sign on in order to learn how to teach yoga. I signed on to learn more about the Lord and myself. I signed on to learn more about my body and heart, and about taking care of others’ bodies and hearts.
Anyway, tonight was the last online class before our retreat, and the instructor sure didn’t let us off of the hook. Even though there are always more than forty people on the call, the instructors always expect us to engage. Tonight was no different. We were asked to share what we’ve been learning over the last week through our personal practice and our Scripture study.
Although I’m not shy about sharing and I’m comfortable with technology and I sure enjoy a good discourse, conference calls make me so stinkin’ nervous. The delays, the silence, the awkward interruptions when three people speak at once. It all makes me sweat. I’ve talked maybe once or twice during this training, but I typically just stay quiet and take notes throughout the evening. But this isn’t a story about me speaking up; it is a story about the Holy Spirit speaking up.
As the regulars (you know, the few solid students willing to share or give feedback to keep things moving) began to speak up and participate tonight, the instructor took a new approach with our nearly-graduated class.
How would you incorporate that into a class?
It was very practical, encouraging feedback. But even as the words came out of her mouth, I felt convicted in the most beautiful of ways. The familiar whisper, the nudging of the Spirit. The part of the Trinity who sees the good work Jesus has done in me and longs for me to share it with my world. Even if it’s not complete. Even if it feels like it isn’t enough.
My little children, don’t just talk about love as an idea or a theory. Make it your true way of life, and live in the pattern of gracious love. There is a sure way for us to know that we belong to the truth. Even though our inner thoughts may condemn us with storms of guilt and constant reminders of our failures, we can know in our hearts that in His presence God Himself is greater than any accusation. He knows all things. 1 John 3:18-20, The Voice
He’s given us an easy yoke, a light burden. He’s given us good news. He’s blessed his kids with gifting and anointing, platform and resources. When He works on us, He does it for His glory and our good… and then the good of others. There’s one sure-fire way to know that we belong to the Truth, and that is by living out the abundant life we’ve been given.
As a daughter of the Most High, I’m invited to victorious living in just a few simple steps. It’s as simple as brushing off the enemy’s accusations that I am not enough. I don’t answer to him, and I sure as hell don’t belong to him. It’s as simple as putting on the armor as my Father instructs me, because I know his voice to be true and trustworthy. I can attest that his presence is the gift. It’s as simple as going out into my world and quite literally loving people’s faces off (thanks Jess).
Here’s what I heard from the Lord tonight… I love you. I paid for you. You’re enough because I say so. Now go do something about it.