What Is Your Invitation?

What Is Your Invitation?

I was already disappointed as I nestled into a dimly lit corner of my local coffee shop. My soul was desperate to be refreshed by God’s presence, but already the moment was not living up to my expectation.

Still, I knew I needed to sit with God in His Word.

So I walked to the back. Every chair and table open. Not a single person present. Where was the perfect spot?This time I didn’t care. Reluctantly, I dropped my stuff on the second table in. My hopes for a transformational time diminished.

Nevertheless, I put on some worship, pulled the old-school-padded earphones over my ears, and pried open my journal to dialogue with the Divine.

It’s scary sometimes. Isn’t it? I felt hesitant and I’m not quite sure why.

Maybe I doubted His goodness. My religious baggage whispering I might get a whoppin’. Maybe the enemy was wooing me away from my Almighty Father. Maybe it’s my discontent with myself that I didn’t stop and sit with Him sooner.  But in the most desperate times, it’s the fear that my soul will leave the same way it arrived. My hope sketchy. My expectations so high. The moment can get lost because I didn’t get to sit where I wanted to. Seriously?!

Today, I thought, was headed down that path. However to my delight, He rescued me from myself again.

I can’t remember the sequence of events. And of course I left my precious journal (where I recorded this life-giving encounter) at church as my kid’s number was called to tend to a poopy diaper during the service! Gotta love diaper duty!

But no matter the order, 3 things happened.

  1. As I wrote, my spirit was reminded of this weird heart-longing, I want to be the only little girl on a stage dancing. Not sure why I can’t share the stage. [insert emoji with big eyes] I’m sorry friends, yes, growing up I was THAT girl. My apologies.
  2. Randomly a new song popped on I had never heard called We Dance by Bethel Music. And Steffany Gretzinger began to sing these words…When my faith gets tired and my hope seems lost You spin me round and round and remind me of that song The one You wrote for me and we dance, we dance
  3. My eyes wandered up at some of the local artisans paintings beautifying the coffee shop walls. They halted at a one-of-a-kind oil painting hanging over my table. (You know, the table I was disappointed to sit at because I didn’t get to sit outside.)  The painting above my table was of a precious five-year-old girl in her soft pink leotard and slippers standing at a ballet bar. Her hair pulled high with a plump bow in a pony tail.

It was as if my soul breathed in a life-giving air.

My eyes filled with tears as my mind and heart assembled these elements.

With “we dance” resounding in my ears, I starred at this painting. Seeing myself in it. Remembering what it was like as a little girl on the stage to dance before the crowd. This time I was dancing before my Heavenly Father. I felt pure love. The joy of the dance. And I sensed Him affirming me though I am in a season of doing nothing for Him.

Just my Father. His love. And the joy of dancing with Him. For Him.

My heart felt His perfect love in ways it had not in months. The moment was perfect. He was perfect. I felt whole. Transformed. Hope-found. Life-given. Love-recieved.

My expectations exceeded.

Then and I heard it in my spirit. His invitation. He was inviting me into a new season.His invitation you ask? Well, I’ll share in my next post. But I just love that word ‘invitation’.

He doesn’t push or prod. He doesn’t manipulate or deceive. Our Heavenly Father invites. He gives us an invitation into his love. His peace. His healing. His delight. His purpose. His heart. His hope. His strength.

What might he be inviting you into?

If you’re not sure, you can join me. Remember what it was like to do what we loved as a little girl or boy. And no matter your earthly experience, this time picture your Heavenly Father. On the soccer sideline. At the parent-teacher conference. Or in the auditorium seat tenderly cheering you on. Affirming you. Loving you. Speaking into your soul, “Well done. I am pleased with you. You are my delight.”

Enjoy the oil painting below by Nancy Bermann or click here to hear We Dance by Steffany Gritzinger.




About Erin Nicole Thompson

Erin Nicole Thompson is a fun-loving and authentic momma to 4 littles, wife of a ruggedly handsome Pastor, and as she likes to think, the CEO of her home operations. She delights in worship, cooking with good music, the sweet faces of her sleeping children, adult conversations, and some quiet time at Starbucks. She loves to serve alongside, encourage, and equip young and seasoned women. Erin is grateful to be part of what God is doing at The Chapel, a multi-campus church in Northern Chicago-land where her husband, Dave, pastors the Lake Zurich Campus. Presently, she lives to dream and follow God as he writes her story.