I hurried to be here again; this place of wonder, this place of awe. I close my eyes to the world around me and I come once more into His chambers. I lower myself to sit at the feet of the One I love. Getting out my pen I wait for His words to pour out. Love begins to flood my heart. Love beyond measure. Love beyond understanding. I write what I am meant to. Now it’s time to lay down my pen. What I hear is for me alone and it’s a love story. This love story is not written with ink. It’s a love story being written upon my heart.
I hear a nagging question coming into my soul? It’s always been there but now the volume is being turned up. I can’t dismiss its voice. Can I give away everything and everyone I love? Can I let go of anything that may have too much of a hold upon my heart?
There can be only one answer….”YES”….
Son 8:6 (GNB) Close your heart to every love but mine; hold no one in your arms but me. Love is as powerful as death; passion is as strong as death itself. It bursts into flame and burns like a raging fire.
She treaded water while looking upward into the night’s sky. The stars were so bright out here where she seemed to be floating alone. A sense of companionship enveloped her, a company beyond her vision. The water was her friend. It carried her weight. It fed her thirst. As she lay in its depth she could hear its voice singing in her ears.
A sound was emerging, a building wave coming to her place of quietness. She could feel herself rising higher in these waters, being rushed along a path laid out before her. A new road began to form in this water, it looked like a highway. Looking down she realized her feet now rested atop the wave, she was walking on this water highway…
For the umpteenth time I blew it! The voices coming wanted to shame me into guilt. I took a deep breath and purposed myself to blow out all the candles lit by my accuser. When the smoke cleared I could easily see truth again.
You open my eyes to see the beauty of Daniel who sits in his wheelchair at the grocery parking lot. I can’t read his sign, but his smile prods me to want to talk to him. Instead, I keep on driving. You whisper he is worth making time for. I don’t argue, but I wonder what I am to do while driving home. Water keeps coming to mind. I drop off the groceries knowing I am going back. I take bottled water with me.
Getting back to where Daniel is, I bring some water and sit it next to him without saying anything about it. We begin to talk and his smile is lovely. His speech is not clear; I lean down closer to listen. I respond to You asking me to look him in the eyes and let him see my own by taking off my sunglasses. Daniel knows his name is that of a prophet and says he knows the Lord. He thinks he is here for money and I share, “the gift I have is better”. He grins and points his finger upward saying “the Lord”! We laugh together and he shares briefly his thoughts about knowing the word and how he believes his Koran. He speaks to say Jesus is a prophet, high priest and king of kings, making me laugh in love.
Daniel allows me to touch his shoulder, praying healing and deliverance over him in Jesus’ name. I give him what I have in funds to share, asking him if he needs water? His response is about how important water is to him. I get another bottle from my car and tell him I know he is my brother. He brings joy to my heart to call me sister, and then says something I don’t expect. “I am here to test your spirit. If you didn’t share about Jesus, I wouldn’t want nothing to do with you.” He adds about how important it is to be given hope and shakes my hand.
Father, You open my eyes to see the water You meant to share wasn’t bottled….
Joh 7:37b-38 “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”
Awake, awake, sing a song! Arise ….(Jdg 5:12)
I have slept for too long and awakening from my slumber, my song is YES!
A voice has power but it’s powerless unless it is used. To want to see true change takes courage to speak into existence something that does not exist. This is called hope. One of the most famous voices in my century to recall is that of Martin Luther King Jr. He spoke out to say “I have a dream” and then he was courageous enough to speak details for his dream…”we” are walking out what he spoke, but there are two specific sentences we need pay attention to.
“We cannot walk alone” and “We cannot turn back”
These sentences are eternal truths…..
“When I found the One I love, I held Him and would not let Him go.” *
I cling to my love, knowing my desperate condition and the depths of my needs. Each day I have to adjust my grip to hold on tighter than the day before. Some days I know it’s my own hands letting go and it’s Him holding onto me.* from Son 3:4
I was atop a hill, amongst many friends, yet I found my eyes drawn upward. The comforts I was surrounded by left me looking higher. The stars declared a truth beyond where my feet were walking. The fireworks display of man was dim in comparison to God’s great fireworks in the sky. A longing for the heavens of eternity weighed upon my heart and I grew inwardly quiet to wait. My soul wanted the more.
Lam 3:25-26 The LORD is good to those who wait for Him, To the soul who seeks Him. It is good that one should hope and wait quietly For the salvation of the LORD.
Ecc 3:11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.