Sitting at the top of Mt Nebo, the site where God showed Moses the Holy Land, the land prepared and promised to His people, I begin to cry. Tears gathering in my eyes, I have a deep awareness of clinging to God’s promises. A longing for heaven, for the completion of healing, for communion, for fellowship: the Wedding Feast of the Lamb. My desire to discern His voice and the things spoken to me wells up, my chest feels like it will burst. I am hungry to see His whispers come to pass. I am overwhelmed by this privilege, and the great expectation for Kingdom.
God, would my pursuit of you be greater than my pursuit of anything else. Moses got a glimpse of the Promised Land, but Lord, would it be Your will that I witness and experience the fulness of promises made to me. That the land you have entrusted me with is redeemed, through the power of the Holy Spirit.
