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I Will Wait…

WaitPassion is passive when it’s the sole dependence of desire

Desire is but an illusion if only seen in the face of an urge, a craving.

True craving leads to pursuit, pursuit that abides though the present hunger becomes imperceptible.

When the soul in its inescapably unstable nature subtly delves into that dark night

When the soul loses it’s grasp of reality – the present presence of the Almighty. God.

When the soul slowly becomes dull to the Heavenly call

Being called aside by the many surrounding voices

Outwardly closer but in truth farther than that Eternal Voice that calls from the depths, the very core of the soul

That Voice which looms closer than one’s own thoughts

That Voice which fills the body, soul and spirit with its absolute unshakable truths

That speaking Voice that spoke the worlds into being

That living Voice that spoke forth the written Word yet still presently speaking…

Calling.              Hearts.

Creating.       The unimaginable.

Building.                  Worlds.

Tearing.               Strongholds.

Breaking.                    Walls.

Whispering. Truths.

Though deep evil encroaches and deceit fills hearts with lies of being presently present.

Outwardly relevant

Superficially significant

The applause of men

The ‘have to’s, the ‘must’s, the pressing urgency of trivialities

Frivolous nothingness which undetected steals precious time

Time being life, life being destiny.

Destinies stolen from undiscerning men- not through perceptible distractions Destinies stolen through subtle sometimes seemingly ‘good’ but uninspired activities

The only guard to the unyielding distractions of this age is that Presence

That Knowing.

That stillness of soul.

The Almighty. God. Awaits those who will wait.

Who will hear before they speak.

Who will move as He urges.

Those who despite the fluctuating nature of the soul will remain.

Who will be found waiting…

Waiting for that Eternal Voice that calls from the depth, the very core of the soul

That Voice which looms closer than one’s very own thoughts

That Voice which fills the body, soul and spirit with its absolute unshakable truths

That speaking Voice that spoke the very worlds into being

That living Voice that spoke forth the written Word yet still presently speaking

Calling.              Hearts.

Creating.       The unimaginable.

Building.                  Worlds.

Tearing.               Strongholds.

Breaking.                    Walls.

Whispering. Truths.

Will you wait…

Expansion on piece:

I’m not saying that we must not DO anything as Christians but sit in the secret place to hear the voice of God.

What I am saying is that that place is our priority and that our DOING will be an overflow of our BEING.

Our being still. Our KNOWING that He is God. He is the One that sends us out. Acts 13:4.

All of our activities will be useless and counted as nothing if not done by the leading of His Eternal Spirit. Proverbs 19:21

We are more effective from that place.

We are more RELEVANT from that place. Relevance is relative to God’s will. Mark 26:7-13 – I could preach a sermon about that, but I won’t :-)

Today we have the most ministries, churches ever seen in history yet, without the manifest power portrayed in church history.

We are in desperate need of the unction of the Holy Spirit.

We NEED Him. We need Him more than we know we need Him.

Only those who will act, who will move outwardly from that place of prayer and communion with God through His Holy Spirit just as Jesus did (Mark 1:35), will see the FULLNESS of His desire for their life and destiny.

Luke 10:38-42 – New King James Version (NKJV)

Now it happened as they went that He entered a certain village; and a certain woman named Martha welcomed Him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who also sat at Jesus’ feet and heard His word. But Martha was distracted with much serving, and she approached Him and said, “Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Therefore tell her to help me.”

And Jesus answered and said to her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her.” 


Though He Slay Me

trust

Knock, knock

It must be Him

Yes, it’s the voice of my Lover

Calling me

Drawing me

Once again

To go.

 

Inviting my soul

On another adventure

Out on the road

I hear the distant waves softly hit the shore

The moonlight silently screaming of vast unknowns

The bigger picture

Eternity

 

How many days have passed since

He brought me to the cliff

The edge of my reasoning

Seeing nothing but darkness

The rim of my knowledge

Heavy heartbeats. Many questions.

The brim of my comfort

And yet that same soothing voice posed a soul exposing question

 

Will you jump?

Leap off the precipice with nothing to hold but Me

Will you let go?

Release your hold on this throne

Your deathly grip evidenced by the plan Bs

 

Do you trust?

Love

Do you know?

Love

Have you felt?

Love

Will you receive?

Love

 

Jolted back to the present

I feel Him tug once again to follow

Those distant waves have come all too close

Crashing one over the other,

Once lost in my thoughts I now find myself on a raft

Surrounded by a boundless ocean

I lift up my eyes in alarm

And am immediately caught in those blazing eyes

Burning with desire for ALL

That jealous flame requesting. No. Demanding ALL

Demanding my absolute

Surrender

Ultimate worship

Unconditional Trust

Unwavering Obedience

Child-like dependence

He wants it all

 

The raft seems to shrink as I stand suspended at

The edge of my reasoning

Seeing nothing but darkness

The rim of my knowledge

Heavy heartbeats. Many questions.

The brim of my comfort

And yet that same soothing voice posed that soul exposing question

 

Will you walk?

Step out on the water with nothing to hold but Me

Will you let go?

Release your hold on this throne

Your deathly grip evidenced by the plan Bs

 

Do you trust?

Love

Do you know?

Love

Have you felt?

Love

Will you receive?

Love

 

With my eyes locked in to those eyes,

I feel all fear evaporate like mist above the waters

I remember now

Perfect love casts out fear

I remember now

The One who promises to hold me, daily upholds the sun and moon

I remember now

Those hands formed me in my mother’s womb

The same hands that were nailed in my stead

I remember now

Those eyes watched over me since my birth

The same eyes that weep in intercession for me

I remember now

Those legs leaped over mountains, valleys to find me while I willfully wandered the deserts

of life

The same legs that knelt down to wash my feet

I remember now

That mind has thoughts of me that outnumber the sands on the beach

The same mind that travailed for me till He sweat blood

I remember

That head was pierced with thorns for my sake

I remember

That back bore the stripes for my wholeness

I remember

That face was spat on, mocked, ridiculed and beaten beyond recognition that I would be

accepted

I remember

The cross

 

Herein is love:

That a man lays down His life for another

This is Love

He is Love

Love never fails

He never fails

 

Though He slay me yet will I trust Him.

 

I look into Jesus and I walk on the sea