Month: June 2011

His voice is talking to me. I sit on the floor listening carefully. I cannot grasp the understanding he wants me to know. His words fill the air with questions designed to probe my knowledge. Inwardly I begin to feel unrest at what I hear. I watch and I wait for comprehension. The tangled web of a man’s logic begins to unravel itself before me.

It’s time to dance. The singing within my spirit woos me into motion. I try to be gentle and kind. As the pace of conversation increases, so does the zeal in my heart. I long for maturity beyond my years. The sword I wield is mighty. He carries one too. As we unsheathe the weapons of warfare, I can see one to be dark and one to be light. I do not want to do this, yet I cannot stop what has begun.

My physical body aches and I want to quit. The hours go on. I need love beyond what I know. Pride tries to attach itself to my thoughts. I begin to dissuade it from taking root with a language I cannot understand. Over and over we tangle our swords together. My spirit speaks to me, “And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” I myself cannot do anything to bring light to his heart. He must want of it himself. It’s time to put my sword away in front of him.

Hours later I get my sword out again and go to warfare on his behalf.

Scripture John 1:5

As the pain pierces my heart, outwardly my emotions become messy. I cannot fix what is broken. It’s not in my power to do so. I stand still as the wake washes over me. The temptation has come and I fall into its maw once more. My eyes have been pulled downward and backwards to watch again the things I can never change.

He loves me too much to do nothing. He gathers tools into his bag and pulls me out into the night. I ask him where he is taking me. With a look of determination upon his face he simply says he has a place in mind. The road twists and turns. I feel distant in my thoughts. We begin to climb upward. My breathing becomes steadied. I can finally see more than my pain and search with my eyes for our destination. I have never been here before.

He tucks the vehicle into the hillside. His eyes are twinkling for what he wants to share. I get out following where he leads me. He tells me he has thought I could bring a friend here to pray over the city from a view I have never seen. It takes my breath away to see all the lights below. I put myself on the rail to look for a while.

Thoughts of my Father begin to bind up my inner wounds. How much Father loves me to show me beauty when the darkness wanted to engulf me. How beautiful Father is to show Himself tender and kind through the willing heart of my husband. His mercy fills me in ways I cannot comprehend. I want more.

The best days I could have are the ones given away to the Lord’s loved ones. A silent satisfaction fills my heart. I have been offered an understanding to move into areas of unselfishness where I have never been before. What more awaits me as I dive deeper?

The voice of Jesus roars, sounding loud in the atmosphere for the passion of His heart. It has never changed; the poor, fatherless, widows, downtrodden, lost, broken and so many more. I need not rewrite what has already been written. Our ears need to be fine-tuned in hearing this frequency. We live influenced by voices, even voices we love, but we need to tune into the only voice which is love.

(Message) Luk 10:30-37  Jesus answered by telling a story. “There was once a man traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho. On the way he was attacked by robbers. They took his clothes, beat him up, and went off leaving him half-dead. Luckily, a priest was on his way down the same road, but when he saw him he angled across to the other side. Then a Levite religious man showed up; he also avoided the injured man. “A Samaritan traveling the road came on him. When he saw the man’s condition, his heart went out to him. He gave him first aid, disinfecting and bandaging his wounds. Then he lifted him onto his donkey, led him to an inn, and made him comfortable. In the morning he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, ‘Take good care of him. If it costs any more, put it on my bill–I’ll pay you on my way back.’ “What do you think? Which of the three became a neighbor to the man attacked by robbers?” “The one who treated him kindly,” the religion scholar responded. Jesus said, “Go and do the same.”