Lyn and I were leading worship at a Women’s Retreat about threes years ago.  After the powerful Saturday night message, she shared with me some specific words God had given her.  She explained that this journal entry was different.  God was inspiring her with thoughts and scripture to reflect upon at such a pace, she could hardly write quickly enough.  It was obvious she was touched by this moment, and I was honored that she was sharing it with me.

 

After hearing her heartfelt recollection of her sweet time with the Lord, and listening to the words He was giving her, it was obvious that a specific theme was at the root of all He was saying… “Seek Me.”

 

The following morning we finished up our last worship session.  At the close, every woman was to walk up to the front of the room and take home a small wrapped box.  Inside was a scripture… a different one for every box.  Providing music for this task meant Lyn and I would be among the last women to get a box.  As we watched the line slowly die down, I told Lyn I would go by and pick up a box for each of us.  As I made my way, I discovered there was only ONE box left.  I felt a strong “nudge” by the Holy Spirit to give this box to Lyn.

 

When she opened the box and read “her” scripture, tears welled up in her eyes.  She pulled me over to her and read the following verse…

 

Psalm 105:4

Look to the Lord and His strength.  Seek His face always.

 

What a sweet moment!  It was as if God was speaking the final sentence to all the He had inspired her to write the day before.  She read to me again the thoughts of her last journal entry, and an overwhelming sensation came over me.  “This should be a song, Lyn,” I said, a little amazed myself at those words.  She laughed a little, but with some encouraging, she agreed to let me borrow her journal for a couple of weeks.  We agreed to pray over these words, and I told her that I wouldn’t press the issue, but if God happened to give me a melody, we would know that it was His plan for these words.

 

The moment I sat down and prayerfully began to work out a melody, I was overwhelmed with how quickly the song came to life.  God’s hand was undoubtedly moving.  I called Lyn and sang a little bit of it to her, and she was in complete agreement.  Here we were, seeking God’s face in this moment, and He was giving us a song called “Seek His Face.”