Throughout the day I find myself crippled by this pressure. It isn’t a pressure that forces steam out of a kettle or pushes a cannon out into battle. It’s this pressure that sits on my chest, climbs up my shoulders, and rolls down my hands and feet. It numbs me. An absolute paralyzer.
Yeah. This is what months are like leading up to the World Race.
You have this list of gear to buy, money to raise, people to commune with, things to sell, places to go, characteristics to confront, tears to cry, walls to tear through.
Oh and the best one lately, Nations to break for. God does this thing where He in His divine, beautiful nature shows you these images of children soldiers in Africa killing like vicious animals to survive the war, rejects in Europe injected with heroine to “have a good night”, innocent victims covered in blood, wounds, and scars from the effects of domestic violence.
Speechless I become.
Knowing that i can’t look for long. That I can’t take it anymore. But yet, I Father in Heaven who chooses never to remove Himself from the shouts of mercy, cries of justice, and yearnings of embrace.
Yes, My God is good.
He moves, and the riches of heaven flow freely. He moves, and scarred hearts are healed. He moves, and those orphans become Sons and Daughters of the Most High. He moves, and i break.
I break because I can't ever grasp this King I serve. One who reminds me daily of Isaiah 61 and Psalms 27:13. He tells me that that only a King has anointed me to proclaim good new to the poor, to bind up the broken hearted proclaiming freedom to ones in bondage, to release the prisoners from darkness; comforting all who are mourning, to place a crown of beauty instead of ashes, oils of joy instead of mourning, and garments of praise instead a spirit of despair. He calls out to me, that i will see the goodness of the Lord in the Land of the Living. He will make righteousness and praise spring up before ALL NATIONS.
He is My King. And by the end of the day He whispers to me, there is no pressure in being a Daughter of God. He just wants to walk intimately in that garden like He did with Adam.
And.
I'm honored that a King would delight in sharing His heart with me.
