“Where to Go From Here”
5-5-09
This weekend at Emmaus was nothing short of life-changing. I felt closer to the Lord than I have in years—seen, known, and pursued. But as the closing ceremony ended and the music faded, I realized I was standing at a crossroads. The call of God wasn’t vague anymore; it had weight. My stomach churned, my thoughts scattered in every direction, and the “what ifs” started shouting.
Then I caught myself. I breathed. I chose surrender. “Holy Spirit, be my compass.” Peace didn’t erase the challenge, but it did steady my steps.
The next morning, I spent the day with my mom—one of my sponsors and my lifelong prayer warrior. She has been interceding for me since I was a child. I remember her hands on my shoulders, pleading the blood of Jesus over my life, asking for a hedge of protection, speaking blessing and anointing, reminding me that God’s Word never returns void, and training me up in the way I should go. She has waged war in prayer against every plan the enemy might try to use to derail my purpose.
As I began to share what the Lord stirred in me during the pilgrimage, she smiled—the kind of smile that says, “I already know.” God had already shown her and my dad what He was calling me to do. He had even given someone close to her a vision of me preaching—of a clear change in my life, of the Spirit pouring through me to reach people I’d never met, of hope flowing to the broken and the lost.
That’s the beauty of grace. Sometimes the ones who need hope most need to hear it from someone who has needed it, too. They need to see that change is real, that mercy really does make us new, and that by God’s grace we can be whole again.
God comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. II Corinthians 1:3–4
De Colores,
Jeff Davis
Table of Peter

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