Following His Gentle Invitation

Sometimes the things we dare to risk become the greatest turning points.

My hands felt sweaty, my heart was racing, and I searched the room for help. I was at youth camp and worship was moving my heart, the Spirit was stirring me, and as I looked around the room, I realized no one else was raising their hands. I felt a nudge to respond to the Spirit, and yet my teenage heart was looking around the room for reassurance. Will …