A few days ago, i drove by a small church and outside on the marquee read "The Revival has been Rescheduled". How did it happen that we thought that we could schedule a move of the Holy Spirit? When did we get the idea that He could be contained? That he was an entity that was tameable, manageable, and would sit with hands folded? The spirit of The Lord is like a roaring lion - He is not to be boxed in and certainly not backed into a corner. He is free to move and do as He pleases. If we think that we can only experience Him on a certain night, in a certain place and between the hours of 7-9, we are quite mistaken. He can come to us as He pleases and does so. I've seen him in the face of little children laughing so hard they lose their breath. I've seen him in my favorite flower... And the way it drops pollen on my kitchen table. I've seen him in the death of my grandmother and in the birth of a new dream. He is spirit - He is in and around us. Everywhere. I know so many times I've missed him because I've not been looking and maybe I've rescheduled my own personal revivals without knowing it. Maybe I've cut him out of conversations that I really should have let him work. A maybe I've decided or chosen or called or emailed without his blessing. Maybe I've not represented him well and I'm sure I've grieved his heart.