"I'm tuning in, I am waiting, where are you?"
"Holy Spirit take my thoughts and form my words"
"Fill me with your presence, overwhelm me"
A season of silence. A season of faithful obedience and trust. I was warned, testing comes, it hurts, it refines, it is necessary. While on the cross of Calvary Christ called out, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" He was silenced and torn from the most intimate relationship. While facing a crossroads I can say, "My God, My God, you have NEVER forsaken me." I have confidence in knowing that I am enveloped with His presense, while others can tangibly feel the Holy Spirit I am not so gently calling out for a hint. In my family all the women have walls that are built high. The bricks are made of pride,strength,determination, and stubborness. We have created these walls because what is hiding behind the protection…. a fragile heart. A gentleness and sensitivity that mocks our strenght. Our heart threatens to break down the walls. My own wall is built on the corntestone of Christ, He demolished my barriers years ago. At times I sneakily try to put a stone back in place but they never seem to hold security. So with walls down I beg, "Holy Spirit speak!". Not through the whisper of the winds, in the silence, as I watch you passover. Present me with a burning bush!
In the desert, in the unknown, I am given reminders of the past in which I cling. Although at times my desire for a magnificent encounter blinds my view of God. I forget….
My name is Israel.
Some call me Gomer.
God has confirmed that He will provide, yet I try to stock up on what He has given me today so that I do not go hungry tomorrow. He says He will pursue me, I will call Him my husband instead of my master. Then I run to past loves. He calls me and restores. Grace is beyond understanding and have tried many times to describe it. I can't and I won't, I will learn to embrace it. Praising in the moments of wonder and silence has proved to deepen thankfulness and desperation for the Lord. The daily Manna has begun to taste almost as sweet as the milk and honey that I crave, but I still wait in anticipation for the promise!
My name is Israel, Gomer, Kimberly — He chose me.
I will take a whisper, I am watching you passover!
" However, in the future I will allure her; I will lead her back into the wilderness, and speak tenderly to her. From there I will give her back her vineyards to her, and turn the "Valley fo Trouble" into and "Opportunity" for Hope. There she will sing as she did when she was young, when she came up from the land of Egypt. "At that time", declares the Lord, "You will call me, 'My Husband'; you will never call me, 'My Master'. " – Hosea 2:14-16
