Like a guitar in the hands of an artist (tender to the instrument) are the strings of this little heart of mine. Now being played by the Man Jesus, resounding a song inside of me.
Day of Devotion, some solitude, some QUIETing of the noise.
JESUS.
His Life.
His Invitation.
"Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving." ~Kahlil Gibran
No corporate prayer for me today. Just the growing hunger for the Word, which is steadily increasing during each passing day of this fast. Just the gnawing thirst of a lovesickness, as I have never known. But I come to the waters and buy food and drink of the everlasting kind, with no money. I am being satisfied, yet the hungers grow. Hungers a plural! Hungers a plenty! For the King of King, none other, fairer than ten thousand to me.
"The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread." ~Mother Teresa
If it sounds like I am a hopeless romantic, well, that much is true. This is the sweet mystery of communion with God. That He should have hidden in His Word, treasure troves unfathomable. How can a simple, timely, prophetic fast, begin to have this affect upon the human life?
Psalm 19:8
The precepts of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart;The commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes.
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."-Luke 12:34
How can the heart of a generation be UNLOCKED and LAID BARE before an All-Knowing God? How can a generation "numb to the core," learn to love again? Who can cause the channels of water to turn within the hearts of kings? Whose purposes overcome with amazing grace? Whose Sovereign foresight beckons us to fasting and prayer... giving us foretaste of the greatest outpouring of glory, man has surely ever known? This God whom we serve, surely will strengthen WHOLE-HEARTED devotion and fan it into flame. Just as He said He would. (Joel 2)
"It is the glory of God to conceal a matter,But the glory of kings is to search out a matter."-Proverbs 25:2
Listen to this song, called, "Say Yes."
The silence of my days and the recognition of higher praise.
I find that I have been crying to theTri-Une God about Jesus. The Man Jesus. The Glorious Man Jesus, who died and rose again. I find that my soul knows the Abba. And my spirit holds and clings to the Holy Ghost. But what of my trepidation to Jesus?
I hang on the fringes of my "soul salvation," grateful, yet distant from the Savior Lamb. I do not know how to be close to a bridegroom. I know about earthy men. I know of the world's attempts at relationships. But I do not know about the indescribable knowing of the Bridegroom King. It was said that the Kingdom is like the King preparing a Wedding Banquet for a Son. (Matthew 22:2.) And I have been crying out to be acquainted at the heart place to Jesus the Son, Jesus the King. He died for me.
He says, "Hear My Voice."
I find myself CHANGED on Day 12 then from Day 1 until now. There has been an unlocked question and insatiable yearning for Jesus that I have never known. Oh, this One. The Glorious One. Faithful to the end.
The purity of His motives. The humility of His choices. The surrender of His will to My Abba, the completion of His obedience. The fragrance of His sacrifice. The Friendship of His Name. The lesson of His love. The victory of His gain. The redemption of His blood. The Glory of His Fame. The vulnerability of His cross. The healing of His touch. The flame of His gaze. The "other-than-me" of His god-ness in His feeble human frame. The example He gave me. The freedom He shows me. The reflection of Beauty. The Strong Tower of His Name. The Wisdom of the Ages. The foolish selfless method, the Childlike Joy, He makes a Way.
I am undone. Jesus, You have a Beautiful Heart. Make me Your Love. Make us Your Love.
We are Your Mandate. We are Your Reason. You are our Everything. Man, Christ Jesus. Walk among us, Dwell Among us. Live with us in this place.
Let this 40 days fully cause a lovesickness to arise. Fully undone. Fully laid down. Wrecked. Forever wrecked for anything less. Can't settle for anything but to really know You.
Take my nation, take my region, take the schools, take the students. The mothers, the fathers, the sons, the daughters. Take my city. Teach us all how to Love You more. Jesus, Come?!
Listen to this song, by Misty Edwards, "Beautiful Heart."
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