We are all hiding
Acting like I have a wealth
Of knowledge and peace
But all I've ever wanted
And what men have given their lives for
Is a God who understands my weaknesses
A God that I can love
I believe you are good and righteous
You've given me your reckless love
So be near, be near..."
-Bethany Dillon, part of Be Near Me
I have to do something hard. I have to do something I don't want to do.
But it's not as hard as what He had to do.
It's not as hard as what You had to do, Father.
I don't want to do it because... because I'm comfortable.
I feel safe, yet at the same time, very unstable. I know it's time to leave when I'm wondering why I haven't learned anything new... why I haven't hurdled over new struggles.
I know it's time to leave, Father, when I keep thanking You for the same attributes.
I know it's time to leave when I ask for new discoveries within the heart of God, and I'm not seeing them. If I don't see new things, it's because I have wool over my eyes. If I ask God to show me His glory, He IS faithful and just to be glorified.
God, You are not glorified when I do not move forward with the hand You put out to hold mine.
You are glorified when I do things that seem hard, and then thank You for walking with me through the storm. You are glorified when I move forward.
He is glorified when I sing His praise for His sovereignty, His love that is forever steadfast, and His unwavering grace that wipes away every stain on my existence.
You are glorified when all the angels lift up their voices to sing Your name! You are glorified when I join with those angels even when I don't feel like it! And You are glorified when I rest in Your truth.
He gives great peace, children. Do not be deceived by this world. Do not be a pawn of the passions of this day, the glimmer and gold chip off and wear away. But the Lord is illuminated through the burning fire! We are refined through the righteous fire, made stronger in the light of His might; His beauty and glory shine through, they break through the clouds, they break through us and magnify His presence!
The rain clouds are gone, Father! Your light shines! Your gift is lifted up and seen, Your forgiveness and grace is praised! Your holiness is heralded to the heights of heaven and to the depths of the deep, blue sea that You breathed. Your love song rings out through my soul and Your peace rests perfectly upon the mountaintops.
The Son rises and breaks through the dawn, carrying with Him my sin and my sorrow. With Him my heavy load is taken, and through Him my burden is carried away. I fly on wings like eagles and dance on the mountaintops like a deer, carrying with me gentle and good news! Gentle, but earth-shattering news that will provide the earth with a riddle, a story, a hero and a purpose.
Break through my forest of trees, my piles of rubbish that block my view to You. Take away this plantation, this territory of idols that have made their home within me. You alone are King, and You alone are Counselor. You have my hands, I am not in control, You will lead me away from the small provisions and into the abundance of Your presence, Your truth and Your reality.
Take my hand, I said, take my hand and lead me There. He took my hand and led me to the heart, to the identity of Grace.
K
