I was on the beach this morning - 5 am on the dot. The moon had already set, and I was 20 miles west of Gulf Shores, near Fort Morgan. Nothing out there but me and the stars. I haven't seen that many stars in years. It was reminiscent of my childhood vacations to the Florida keys... but that's a different story for another day.
I am really struggling for words to describe this morning. I think I'm still processing. The sun rose (gloriously, I might add) a little after 6, so for the first hour or so, I soaked up the stars. The heavens are a sight to behold. It's such a shame that we don't or can't see them every morning. He flung them out there for us, as reminders of Him and His creativity, His love, His heart for us, and we miss His love notes all the time. I wonder how He feels - has felt over the ages - as we go along with our lives, not noticing the intricate detail He went to for us?
When I finally gave up and accepted the fact that He was not going to give me a cliff-notes version on astronomy 101, I began to pray. To say I was struggling is an under-statement. I had a very real sense that the situations I was praying for were at a point where MY faith had to sustain us, because the people who were so desperate for prayer were at the breaking point. How scary is that? What does that say about intercession? Him through me, Him through me, Him through me.
He showed me that I had to let some things go - so I released some very old wounds to Him. My father, my ex - both of which played pretty big roles in shaping my life. Praise the Lord. Two more arrows dislodged and wounds bleeding, bathed in His blood. Waves crashing and not another soul around, I could not help but sing to Him:
Open up the skies of mercy,
Rain down Your cleansing flood.
Healing waters, rise around us.
Hear our cries, Lord, let them rise.
It's Your kindness, Lord,
that leads us to repentance.
Your favor, Lord, is our desire.
Your beauty, Lord,
makes us stand in silence.
Your love, Your love
is better than life.
OK, here's a question for you guys - I know you're reading, but not many are commenting. Which is OK, but I'd really like some feedback on this one.
What does it mean when you're praying for physical healing, and in the midst of your prayer, your hand is raised in accord with the mental image of His hand on Bart's body, and the hand attached to my body gets hot? Not glowing red or anything, but definitely heated way up?
If anyone makes any Binny Hinn jokes, remember I know where you live.
2 comments:
There are several passages that I have read inwhich fire is used to cleanse. God works through you as an intercessor and praying for your friend to be healed(cleansed) is what comes to mind.
It's an awesome feeling to have an arrow pulled from your heart. The journey He takes us on to heal that wound is where He really gets to show off and where we can see Him as the Good Shepherd. I'm going through this from an arrow of abandonment that He pulled out and I see Him now in ways that I hadn't before. He loves it when we trust Him.
I don't get the Benny Hinn reference though, he's a funny guy, or is that Benny Hill?
Nate, you need to educate yourself on the crazy "Christian" super healers of our day. Quite intertaining in a very sick way. More repulsive when you think about all the people he deceives. Makes me shake in my boots - the thought of having to stand before our Lord one day and try to explain all that...praise the Lord for Godly leaders and annointed teachers.
And you know I totally don't get British humor - I didn't even know who Benny Hill was until you told me... sorry, you're humor was totally lost on me...
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