David’s Tent 2022

29/08/22

I have no words.

As I reflect on the weekend and the experiences I had, I really struggle to find the right words to describe it. But I will try my best, and hopefully it will make sense!

I travelled down to Worthing on Friday evening and I was lucky enough to catch a beautiful sunset on the beach. I walked along the pier as the sun turned the sky a pale pink, and watched the waves as they faded into the darkness. Eventually the clouds drifted away to reveal a blanket of stars in the sky, and I sat on the sand staring into space for an hour or so before heading to my hotel. After a long week at work, it was the perfect way to find some stillness ahead of the actual event.

On Saturday morning I headed to the Wiston Estate to experience David’s Tent for the first time. The atmosphere was already so serene, with the music drifting through the air, inviting everyone in. I made my way straight to the tent and found a little space for myself.

There’s something so wonderful about worshipping with thousands of people together. Everyone feels connected, yet at the same time we’re each in our own little world, each in our own conversation with God. The sounds of worship echoed around the tent, and I couldn’t help but feel that that is what heaven sounds like. It simply didn’t matter, or register, that I was there on my own, because I never felt alone.

Outside of the tent, I connected with strangers. We sat and ate together; sharing stories, testimonies, struggles and triumphs. I found it effortless to share my journey into faith and the struggles weighing on my heart. We prayed together, advised each other and laughed in the sunshine. Someone shared with me a word God had spoken to them about me, and it filled me with so much wonder.

On Sunday morning, we shared communion. Everyone shared what they had brought with the people around them, and we all came together as one family. I’ll never forget the atmosphere as I shared that moment with thousands of people, in a humbled silence, remembering the sacrifice that was made for us, and the unconditional love that still stands today.

I stayed in the tent for nine hours, basking in the constant stream of music. The hours all blur together when I try to remember it, because I often lost track of where I was and who was around me. I stood to sing, I danced like nobody could see me, I cried out to God, I prayed, I fell to my knees in surrender, I sobbed into the ground, I trembled in His presence, I lay with my eyes closed to the world, and I heard His voice speaking to me.

As I left the tent, I knew something had changed in me. I felt a joy so pure that I didn’t think my fragile body could contain it. Because the joy of the Lord is far greater than just happiness. It encompasses so many things; kindness, gentleness, softness, love, a peace that surpasses all of our understanding, and it’s completely overwhelming when it washes over you. No words can do it justice.

I took a notebook with me, because I knew I would want to make notes of how I was feeling, or any thoughts that came to me. I wrote so much, and it’s interesting to read back through it now, and I just want to share a little prayer I wrote out on Sunday:

“…. I can’t describe the feelings I’m having at the moment, God, but I know one thing; I’m going to leave all depression behind in this tent tonight. I’m going home free from those chains, and free from the lies. I trust You. I love You with all my heart and soul, and I’ll follow you wherever you lead me. Because with You, and in obedience, I’m more free than I’ve ever been.”

A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders this weekend, and I’ve journeyed home feeling refreshed and renewed. I praise God for His mercy!

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