Then, Joshua said to the people, “Consecrate yourselves unto the Lord, for tomorrow the Lord will do great works among you.” – Joshua 3:5
Consecrate. Set apart. Wholly devoted to one thing.
How many times do I fill myself with things that will not satisfy, that do not last. I am seeking, searching, aching for something to change me. I have sat in my despair long enough. The beautiful letdown is this; I cannot change myself. Perhaps my brokenness is meant to serve another purpose, it is meant to show me my greater need. The end of me is the beginning of Him. This whole time I have been missing the invitation to something very private and personal with God. Embrace the process. Don’t hold back. Come. Choose me. I almost missed the invitation. Now I hear it, although it was whispered so softly. Now it resonates through my mind and heart.
Come, everyone who is thirsty, come to the waters; And you who have no money come, buy and eat…
Seek the Lord while He may be found…
Then you shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace.
Although I am poor and needy, the Lord thinks upon me. He is calling me gently to come, turn to Him and He will heal the barren places in my soul with His steady rain. For so long I have tried to make things happen based on MY plans and MY timing. His desire instead was to pour living rain down on me. I need to see His face. I need Him to teach me to carry Joy and Peace. I need to see Him in my suffering. I need to know His holiness. I need freedom. I need to dance again. I need to go back to my first Love, the one who knows the meaning of my name, the color of my eyes. Although I have nothing, He offers me everything. He is near to all who call upon Him.
And so I respond;
O God, You are my God; I shall seek your face;
My soul longs for you, my flesh yearns for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
I have seen you in the sanctuary, seen your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life, my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as I live; I will lift up my hands in your name.
My soul is satisfied with you alone, and my mouth offers praises to you with joyful lips.
Be my everything.
Heal me.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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