Revival

Jeremiah 29:13

“And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.”

We say we want revival.

But I’ve come to see… it can’t just be another moment of stirred emotions…another goosebump service, another altar call that fades into silence by Monday morning.

Emotions are fragile. Fleeting. They flicker like candlelight in a breeze. One moment, you feel like fire. The next, you’re cold and questioning if it was ever real at all.

We need something deeper than that.

We don’t need a movement that makes us feel good for an hour, we need a shaking that changes how we live daily. A desperation that wakes us before dawn, not to scroll, but to kneel. A hunger that makes us close our eyes in the middle of chaos just to whisper, “Jesus, I need You.”

Revival can’t just be a service we attend.

It must become a sacrifice we choose.

It’s not about chasing the feeling. It’s about choosing the flame, every single day, especially when you don’t feel it.

Because this kind of fire doesn’t burn from the outside in. It starts in the deep places, the places no one sees. It grows in the secret place. It takes root in the mundane moments. It thrives in obedience, not just in excitement. It lives in the choosing, not just the shouting.

Revival is not merely passion, it is persistence.

It is returning, over and over, to the feet of Jesus, long after the spotlight has faded, long after the crowd has gone home, long after the music has stopped.

It is the slow and steady death of self.

It is the cry that says:

“God, I want You more than I want to be comfortable.

More than I want approval.

More than I want success.

More than I want sleep.

More than I want to feel good.”

It’s not glamorized.

It’s not marketed.

It’s not always loud.

But it is real.

We don’t need another emotional high.

We need to be changed by the holiness of God,

undone by His presence,

revived by His mercy.

Let the tears come, but let them lead to transformation.

Let the feelings rise, but let them be anchored in truth.

Let revival begin, but let it begin with me, alone in a room, on my knees, with no stage, no spotlight, and no one watching… just Jesus.

Because revival that starts in emotion will pass.

But revival rooted in surrender?

That kind never dies.