Hearing my phone ring in the background somewhere in the house, I was glad I couldn’t hear the message. My feelings were quiet and wanting privacy for this time. An invitation had been extended and I had made a choice to accept. My Father wanted me to spend some time alone with Him; time without distraction.
While I sat still with Him I could feel my heart break for the number of times I had ignored this invitation for something I thought in the moment to be more important. Closing my eyes I saw a word come alive in my mind, “Catch all the foxes, those little foxes, before they ruin the vineyard of love, for the grapevines are blossoming!”
Scripture from Song of Solomon 2:15
I heard an artist speak about looking at clouds from both sides, up and down. A flood of memories came for the number of times I boarded a plane when the weather seemed so unfriendly, yet once we ascended up above the clouds I could see the sun again. It was a good reminder for the season I was navigating through.
Recent news and opinion bombardment via social networks brought to mind a song lyric, “with every word that you say, I feel my freedom slip away”.
I can only think about encouragement through the life of eagles. They rise high above and see so keenly. May we all be given such keen vision to see the reality of life’s truth.
I can find my head begin to ache, so much talk, so much noise. Some days I literally put my hands upon my ears to help me filter all the distractions. All of my emotions can be pricked, and I must pay attention not to let the vibrations of the world make me sing the wrong note. The only note I can focus on is that of love.
I held the dove’s feather in my hand desiring to write something of worth…
The most intimate conversations don’t involve words at all. These are moments when our hearts connect in a language that has no verbal expression. This goes beyond physical touch. It’s an understanding for how another has been joined to you, not just for now, but forever.
It takes a strong heart to kneel down. Outwardly you look broken and weak before others. Inside one’s heart however, is the resolve to know that God is good and above us all. In that understanding is the cornerstone of faith. The world tells us to stand tall and be proud of our accomplishments. A wiser choice is to humble ourselves; bowing down before the Lord and giving Him all glory and praise for anything we have been privileged to achieve.
Psalm 95:6 Oh come, let us worship and bow down; Let us kneel before the Lord our Maker
Many times in life I have heard not to “judge a book by its cover”. I sometimes think it needs to be re-written, “cover yourself by the book”.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. Psa 139:16
My days, each and everyone, were made for me and what I do with them are written in a book of importance. It will speak of what I did with my time.
When I work is important, when I rest is important, when I laugh is important, when I pray is important, when I help another is important, when I worship is important, when I read the Word is important, when I write is important, when I dream is important, when I clean is important, when I cook is important and how I love is most important.
None of these lack value, all things are good when my heart is positioned to know everything can be done unto the Lord.
In one hand I held the desert rose rock, and in the other I held the smooth white stone. Neither had I purchased, both had been given to me as gifts. Each intrigued me in their uniqueness. One had been carved by winds and the other by rushing water. Both of these were representative of the Spirit of God but they looked so different from one another. My lesson was at hand.
I thought about the people I knew and those I didn’t, especially those baptized in the Holy Spirit; what I had seen but not always understood. Some spoke in languages that sounded strange to my ears, others sang, others laughed and some cried. Each of these people were uniquely made and my only requirement was to love them as my Father loved them.
I wrapped my palms around each rock I held in my hands and asked for His grace to love beyond my mind of understanding. Love was the ultimate lesson. Would I still love no matter what I saw? Would I still love no matter what I heard? Could I move in love no matter the circumstance before me knowing each of these people represented living stones.
1 Pet 2:5 You also, as living stones, are being built up as a spiritual house for a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.