It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. Ecclesiastes 7:2
When God is birthing something in the church, there's always a Hannah.
There's always a stayed weeping before the altar of God Almighty, for the conception of something that will call and move the church.
Day in and day out, tarrying, mourning, anguished contractions.
Godliness and righteousness and a return to our first love is birthed in the pain of unraveled, undignified weeping.
The transition part of labor requires baring down in the Spirit, through his broken-hearted vessels.
When God is birthing a movement in his church, there's always the cry of a Hannah, presumed by onlookers who are so out of touch with God, they think her to be drunk.
A work of God is born out of the womb of a weeping church, "not some laughing saint" (David Wilkerson).
Intimacy with God means acquaintance with the depth of his grief.
Pray for it. Seek it. Bear it.
"You can't know true joy, until you know the heart of God in his grief."
1 Samuel 📖