Rain coat, purse, sweater, boots, grocery bags, I peel off and set down the heavy layers of this day. One hair pin at a time I let free the strands that were held back, tight in place, controlled. One step at a time I enter into my room, each step bringing me closer to the Sanctuary that waits for me. Every layer I shed, every bag I let free, every pin I remove, I am getting lighter and lighter. The day, the duties, the work, the routine, all becomes nothing as I aim for my quiet place, sights set on a mark, determined to get there without distraction. Clothes put away, books neatly stacked, laundry piled high, I'm coming. I whisper to Him knowing He waits for this time of day we spend together in silence. I begin to write, entering into something new, something mysterious. The adventure of finding Him and going deeper makes my heart come alive. The black sunken lines under my eyes and the drowsiness of not enough sleep are overcome by His breath, His life. Eyes shinning, heart pounding. His Presence enthralls me, calls me closer, and I am home.
Heaven becomes more tangible than earth and when I open my eyes and peek at my room it is but a shadow of where I spend my time with Him. Everything is so dim around me so I close my eyes again. I feel the lump in my throat, the longing I feel for Him, the hunger for more, for closeness. Homesick.
There is a cost for closeness, I often hear people say that. The prophetic voice often speaks those words. They ring true today. In the preciousness of this moment with Him, in the absolute closeness, almost oneness, I know this moment is not easy. These times in His presence are not cheap. Certainly not for Him, paying with His life, the cross, blood shed for me. But the closeness has not been cheap for me either. The worth of where I am is proven by the emptiness I now feel in the world, the way now nothing else can satisfy.
When He called, He said take up your cross to follow me. I think the difference between knowing of Him, and meeting Him has meant a cross to bear. I have known about Him, and His name almost my whole life. I have always talked to Him, I have years of prayer journals, Bible verses. Head knowledge. But I only met Him like this when I got down on a knee, stuck out my shoulder and hoisted my cross up, weighing me down, to begin the walk. As he brings me to the end of myself the joy and hope from heaven come to me in such fullness. The lower I go and the closer I get to Calvary, the higher I feel in my spirit and the more of Him I see. So there is suffering, and a true death to self, a putting off of the old man as Paul names it. I think I was fooled into thinking this death of self, this forsaking of my flesh would be easy. Like a click of a button or a silent prayer repeated, completed in a moment.
The world sells me the lie that we can stay the same and add Christ into our hearts and then die and go to heaven. I do not buy it. I instead sell back to the world my total self. I want nothing to do with it. I want an emptied out shell filled with Him. He will not let me settle without this fullness.
So in what feels like such a rich time of worship before the Throne, as I feel His heart minister to mine. I also feel the grief of letting go of a life, of a world.
They say letting go of everything is not needed, that a loving God gives good gifts and that sacrifice and surrender are extreme. But His word comes alive and His truth is light in all the dark places. As I move into eternal life, knowing Him, I let go of the things easily entangling and distracting, I press on. As I do two things happen.
First there is a grief, a loneliness. A sense that I do not belong in this place, that all is folly. Conversations feel foolish if they do not involve Him. My heart seems to forsake all else and only accept His Spirit. My eyes are fixed above and the earth appears so dim. Almost depressing. There is a boredom with the things passing away, and an enemies voice that says the rest of the world has more joy. I know that "joy" he speaks of is actually fleeting beauty so I let go. With grief, I let go of what has taken years to build up; pride, reputation, greed, loyalty, connection with the world. I unclench my fists and feel all my hard work become nothing. I feel the loss of friendships, of memories, and I feel the weight of what I am loosing. But I know, I know, what I am about to step into, this eternal life, far surpasses the worth of the most precious things the world could offer me. No longer of the world, I feel the sting of it. Accepting a new life, a new self, I feel how incompatible this new being is with my old life. They do not match. I ask for the Grace to know how to be alive in one world, when the Air I breathe comes from another.
Second though, in the midst of grief for a lost world, a dim vastness, there is a peace that surpassing all knowledge. There is a closeness to Him that comes only at this cost, only by forsaking self. There is a joy that may not be obvious in the midst of the world, in sinful conversations, but a joy that cannot be shaken. A joy that lights my eyes. While I may be quiet and withdrawn as the world excites itself over weekend stories, Internet fads, and sarcastic humor, I come alive in the secret places where the world feels afraid. When I am alone, without anything to distract myself with, I feel real, I used to be afraid here. But now this is my greatest source of Life. I may be perceived as one who cannot have fun, who won't let go, who is a law keeper, a rule follower. But in the secret place, like now, I break all my rules to seek Him out. I am recklessly in love. I skip class to be here. I blow off my friends, cancel my plans. Like a child who enters into a secret fort in the woods, He is my Refuge, my Fortress.
So while there is grief in the beginning, and a letting go, there is something new as well. Something I cannot describe. There is light, fullness, a sense of heaven, a closeness to Him that I did not have until I experienced the grief of denying self. Grief is dark, and lonely, but this grief is forgotten. This darkness fades and quickly passes in light of His glory. This grieving is but three days in the darkness of crucifixion, and this Glory is a lifetime of resurrections.
I feel Him inviting us to take up our cross, to bend a knee, bow to the Name above all names, free up a shoulder, and walk the walk worthy of His name. I feel Him pouring out His loving-kindness, His compassion, His gentleness, His Patience, so that we are strengthened to surrender. I feel the fullness of Glory overcoming any grief we experience when we let go of this world, compelled by our love for Him. And I feel an army of cross-bearers rising up into the heavenly places to win the lost for Jesus Christ.
Martina Sobey
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Broken Fire Still Burns
Maybe being so all or nothing makes me also either completely in, or completely out of love. A friend pointed out to me, it's like I love entirely. Wholehearted. Oh that's great I thought, because no one has returned that yet. Instantly He whispers I have. I feel like Peter in the storm, calmed by the voice of the Savior.
But jumping into something wholehearted is of no value if it is not received and returned I think to myself. My 'wholehearted' is getting smaller and smaller each time this heart is broken. I think if I keep doing this eventually my all in will be small and shattered. I don't think anyone sees the way I jump in with every ounce of myself, that I jump in and leave all else behind. They see that I am fast, that I am spontaneous maybe, but they don't really see what my heart is doing on high speed, pouring out, giving all. No one sees it because I don't want them too.
I see it. I made you that way. It is what I love about you. And why I will call you higher.
My mistake, his mistake, this break, has been like a blanket of doubt over my being. I am not doubting my choices, in them I have peace. Instead I am doubting my person, my ways, my identity. Maybe I need to change everything. The enemy loves this, he basically taunts and says see where obedience has gotten you? Fearful Christians don't get broken like this. I know He threatens and taunts with this because a fearful Christian is dead inside, and paralyzed to growth. And really is there such thing to be in Christ yet still in fear?
Voices of the 'wise ones' in the world confirm my doubts, that me, in my purest form, in my most exposed state, is wrong. All or nothing is unwise. Who I am, is in need of change. Not that God can't change me, no they don't say that. Just that there is a great need and that what I thought was God-given is actually dangerous. Like as if I didn't know that my heart was broken as a result of the way I love recklessly. They say seek His word but they reject His voice, alive in our hearts as we live by the Spirit. I know His voice cannot be heard by a heart afraid of being recked by Him. A heart afraid to give up comfort and reputation and to seek only His face.
My tears are hot against my face as I drive home angry. This failure, this dream ended has exposed my inner self to the world around me. Open to be analyzed and judged. Gossip is like stick poking at the pieces of my heart, just moving them around and making them more distanced, harder to place back together. I don't have the world's view of success or perfection to prove them wrong so instead I nod and smile while inside the truth is burning, longing to be spoken with power.
Okay, I have a mission now, I see it in front of me. Be slower. If God speaks, don't obey right away. That is what they are saying isn't it? Obey later. Is that even possible? Is there any parable or verse that advises us to hear the word and let it sit before we act?
Maybe my anger and shame shows that I value my reputation higher than Christ even though a year ago I surrendered it to Him. Told Him I wouldn't care about it anymore, that following Him was my heart's cry even if it meant being scorned by the world. Something laid down, I have picked back up in my weakness. Maybe I shouldn't feel so defined by what people think. Maybe I should stop making sure people know what happened and that I'm not crazy. It is making me exhausted after all.
I love you.
His voice creeps in gentle and soft to my barren mood of bitter. I know you do. You say it all the time. I snap at Him like a Father who asked me to do the dishes when I'm busy. I smile, I know He can handle it. What God is this who is so intimate and close? Who is defined as love. The sweetness of His presence calms the sense of injustice and anger in my heart and He reassures me He is working, in me and in them.
Their voices all say the same thing "Let yourself heal, don't harden your heart, rest, stop moving, just slow down, be good to yourself, don't be busy, don't pour into anything right now, just be alone and heal, you will know for next time to not go into something like this, let God minister to you and teach you how to not let this happen again, now you see how deceiving emotions can be". They even surprise me when they say this has answered their prayers. Like they were on my side, praying for my marriage to not work. Little do they know their prayers have ripped up my heart, not because of how this ended, but because I realize the little faith of the people around me, how when they didn't understand in logic, they couldn't understand at all. I see now what eyes they see the world with and I will not let my understanding come the same way theirs does. I will never explain this to ears who won't listen. I am too tired. I am tired of the word love being thrown around to cover actions when judgment and unbelief sounds more accurate. If only they knew that true love will always lead a person to Christ, deeper into His heart, and higher into the heavenly places. Masked love leads me to worldly wisdom and a life that makes sense and is safe and easy and all the things they perceive as good. I do not yearn for a life like that, I had that before, it was Him who called me out. I yearn for Him. And He has called me out of complacency and has marked out a race in front of me, I will run with endurance. I don't feel too dramatic to say their words have been chains and weapons that have entangled me. I really shouldn't open my heart up to people if I know they are going to fill the open space with doubt and discouragement.
Some words of their wisdom match up with what The Shepherd says to me, so now I am confused. But their tone is of shame and it is not at all like His. He says rest, come to me, I have seen everything, you obeyed me, I will take care of the rest, you walked in obedience, I see it, I see you. I love you. They say words somewhat like the Shepherd but their tone adds we are so relieved this didn't work, we knew from the start it wasn't good. I say if you think something is only from God if it works out perfectly, what are you going to do if I get sick? If I die? If something actually devastating happens to me? Or what if I sell all my possessions and move my small children to a third world country to live in the dirt and see people saved? That would be irresponsible right?
God speaks words to my heart that only can be understood through the Spirit. He says that through this heartbreak, through this sacrifice, through this relationship, this failure, this fall; chains have been broken. A boy once chained to condemnation and the law and covered in fear has now had His eyes opened by Love and has received the beginnings of True Freedom. Christ has blessed me with the privilege to share in the pain of Calvary with Him and through that He has set another child free.
What a rich experience. I have learned obedience as Christ did; through suffering. And this man has learned freedom like I did; through the love of Christ.
How mysterious and complex and deep. And how disheartening to be covered with judgement and sympathy and concerning glances when deep at work here in every move has been the Power of God. The same Power that worked to raise Christ from the dead.
We have to be able to see that something in life can be from God, even if it fails. We have to trust that God never fails, but we cannot associate His faithfulness with circumstances. I need faith around me to remind me that God was in this. And that I heard from Him at the start, even if His same voice called me to leave. Their doubt and unbelief is choking my faith out of me. I am too tired to fight for what they are stealing. The I told you so in their voices is going against the voice in my heart saying; you were walking in faith and obedience, I love you. The mistakes I have made are so many, choices made have ended in this crash and burn, but these mistakes are not what they think, not what actually happened. If only they would be made low enough to listen.
Critical spirits have made deaf ears and blind eyes.
In this mentality of being all or nothing, in a place of fearlessness, willingness to jump. I abandon myself and I find God in ways that I could not do with caution and fear. Should I be patient, should I seek counsel, should I wait on the Lord and be certain it is His voice I am following. Yes. A fool would say no to that. And God is the author of my faith, I trust Him to continue to work that in me, and to use people I love and trust to do so. But once I know in my heart that it is God I am resting on, I will never do anything but give all of myself to Him and I will give wholly of myself to the people and places He points me to. Will I fall and stumble and make a mess and be broken? Probably. And that scares me. Especially now when love feels lost and foreign.
But is there any other way to be? Wholehearted.What is the alternative? Lukewarm, afraid. Seeing God, or being spit out of his mouth? Brokenness won't make me hardened. It will make my wholehearted look messy, but lukewarm is not an option.
I think maybe people are afraid when someone gets broken. Like people would rather see a life fine and happy and secure. I'd rather see someone messy, broken, but in love with Christ and following hard after Him. That is the only way to have true life.
Here is what I think; I would rather love wholeheartedly, jump head first, be all in, and have no hesitation in following His voice, His word, and then be broken. Absolutely crushed by failure and dead end situations. I would rather that, I would choose it every time. At least I obeyed. Can patience and caution save me some heart break? Of course. But the mouths who are telling me this are living in caution, not faith. How appealing is caution now? Their religious hearts make caution so unappealing.
If I want to go higher and deeper into the love of the Father than ever before, I can't be anything but wholehearted, and a worker who looks back and hesitates is not fit for the plow.
Their confusion screams so loud and their own doubts toward God invade my heart "But it couldn't have been God you were trusting, look at how it ended. It must not have been Him, it couldn't have been His voice because it didn't work out, it didn't make sense. You can't hear His voice and just act like that, it has to be a slow process. This whole thing was messy, at least He rescued you now. Praise God." You praise in pride of being right. Will you praise when it doesn't go the way you wanted? If the bets don't fall in your favor and I ever prove you wrong, will you say praise God then?
When God spoke to me for the first time and said "Come to me" He never promised success or ease. He never said I wouldn't be heart broken. But He did say that if I walk by faith in what He does and says, not by sight and logic, that I would see His face. He also promised that people would not understand. That the spirit of religion would ring loud and clear and that age and understanding would attempt to control my faith.
They tell me to seek wisdom and the people they point me to are dead. Dead in fear. In lukewarm hearts beating defeat. If the fruit of wisdom is fear I will not seek it. If the result of slowing down means dulling passion and flames contained down to candle size, I will run faster.
I would rather live my whole life broken hearted and messy, than to only ever do things with parts of my being. I would rather be reckless and get burned, than stay inside watching the fire yet never feeling its heat.
They say age will teach me otherwise, I say if age means what they have I will not grow older. If their wisdom is leading me to the lives of dead faith they lead, I will not follow their footsteps. If their words will lead our generation to where we stand now, feeble and shaking, I will not follow.
If my biggest mistake is that I am too involved, too passionate, too all or nothing, I don't know if I can stop, and I don't know if He has asked that of me.
I wonder if age and wisdom would have taught Mary Magdalene to save half of her expensive perfume for another time. Or to not use it at all at the feet of a Man. It was really a waste after all. And maybe her caution should have told her that crying at His feet in front of men was embarrassing and wrong. That if she really needed to do that she could wait for an appropriate time, not interrupting the celebration with her big scene. She was really acting on emotions as she wept at His feet.
There is a difference between emotion and reverence.
If we are afraid to fail, to break, to be perceived as wrong in the world's eyes, we may never see God. If we think when something doesn't look 'wise', or doesn't work out, or doesn't appear logical then it can't be God, if we think that way, we won't hear from Him. If we claim "He is not a God of confusion" and use that as an excuse to stay complacent in logical situations, we won't endure to the end. Not only will we not endure but we will miss out on the fullness, making less of the sacrifice and refusing the precious inheritance that was bought for us by His blood. If we read the Bible we will see that the people most greatly used by God were messed up. They were all over the place, broken by what God led them to do. And most often it involved their plans being redirected, not logical. And I guess too in most cases it involved the wise church people around them being critical and hesitate.
If God says build an ark, I won't wait 6 months and pray to be sure. I will go and buy some wood that afternoon. If people ask, I won't say oh I'm just seeing how it goes, I'll just buy a few pieces each day. I will say, God said to build an ark, I'm selling all my stuff to buy wood. If a year later God says, you don't need the ark anymore. I will cry. And I will feel stupid. I will have to now go around and look for clothing and buy back my stuff from all my friends. I might look back and think, ah I should have prayed longer and maybe applied for a carpentry program for the year, just wait it out and see if next year He still wants the ark. I might regret some aspects of how things played out.
But when I stand before the throne, only by His grace, Jesus will look to the Father and say, she knows me. I am her Shepherd and she hears my voice, she doesn't listen to the voice of strangers. The Father, who sees all things will look at me and say, you obeyed like a child, and so you are. You are an heir of my kingdom.
And what didn't make sense for a few generations, will make sense for eternity.
Seems logical to me.
If I am known as someone who makes a big mess, who is up and down, all in or all out, who seemly destroys things by being fast and spontaneous, and seems to be head fast on a path of relentlessness, but who burns with passion and You know what else fits that description?
Fire.
Martina Sobey.
But jumping into something wholehearted is of no value if it is not received and returned I think to myself. My 'wholehearted' is getting smaller and smaller each time this heart is broken. I think if I keep doing this eventually my all in will be small and shattered. I don't think anyone sees the way I jump in with every ounce of myself, that I jump in and leave all else behind. They see that I am fast, that I am spontaneous maybe, but they don't really see what my heart is doing on high speed, pouring out, giving all. No one sees it because I don't want them too.
I see it. I made you that way. It is what I love about you. And why I will call you higher.
My mistake, his mistake, this break, has been like a blanket of doubt over my being. I am not doubting my choices, in them I have peace. Instead I am doubting my person, my ways, my identity. Maybe I need to change everything. The enemy loves this, he basically taunts and says see where obedience has gotten you? Fearful Christians don't get broken like this. I know He threatens and taunts with this because a fearful Christian is dead inside, and paralyzed to growth. And really is there such thing to be in Christ yet still in fear?
Voices of the 'wise ones' in the world confirm my doubts, that me, in my purest form, in my most exposed state, is wrong. All or nothing is unwise. Who I am, is in need of change. Not that God can't change me, no they don't say that. Just that there is a great need and that what I thought was God-given is actually dangerous. Like as if I didn't know that my heart was broken as a result of the way I love recklessly. They say seek His word but they reject His voice, alive in our hearts as we live by the Spirit. I know His voice cannot be heard by a heart afraid of being recked by Him. A heart afraid to give up comfort and reputation and to seek only His face.
My tears are hot against my face as I drive home angry. This failure, this dream ended has exposed my inner self to the world around me. Open to be analyzed and judged. Gossip is like stick poking at the pieces of my heart, just moving them around and making them more distanced, harder to place back together. I don't have the world's view of success or perfection to prove them wrong so instead I nod and smile while inside the truth is burning, longing to be spoken with power.
Okay, I have a mission now, I see it in front of me. Be slower. If God speaks, don't obey right away. That is what they are saying isn't it? Obey later. Is that even possible? Is there any parable or verse that advises us to hear the word and let it sit before we act?
Maybe my anger and shame shows that I value my reputation higher than Christ even though a year ago I surrendered it to Him. Told Him I wouldn't care about it anymore, that following Him was my heart's cry even if it meant being scorned by the world. Something laid down, I have picked back up in my weakness. Maybe I shouldn't feel so defined by what people think. Maybe I should stop making sure people know what happened and that I'm not crazy. It is making me exhausted after all.
I love you.
His voice creeps in gentle and soft to my barren mood of bitter. I know you do. You say it all the time. I snap at Him like a Father who asked me to do the dishes when I'm busy. I smile, I know He can handle it. What God is this who is so intimate and close? Who is defined as love. The sweetness of His presence calms the sense of injustice and anger in my heart and He reassures me He is working, in me and in them.
Their voices all say the same thing "Let yourself heal, don't harden your heart, rest, stop moving, just slow down, be good to yourself, don't be busy, don't pour into anything right now, just be alone and heal, you will know for next time to not go into something like this, let God minister to you and teach you how to not let this happen again, now you see how deceiving emotions can be". They even surprise me when they say this has answered their prayers. Like they were on my side, praying for my marriage to not work. Little do they know their prayers have ripped up my heart, not because of how this ended, but because I realize the little faith of the people around me, how when they didn't understand in logic, they couldn't understand at all. I see now what eyes they see the world with and I will not let my understanding come the same way theirs does. I will never explain this to ears who won't listen. I am too tired. I am tired of the word love being thrown around to cover actions when judgment and unbelief sounds more accurate. If only they knew that true love will always lead a person to Christ, deeper into His heart, and higher into the heavenly places. Masked love leads me to worldly wisdom and a life that makes sense and is safe and easy and all the things they perceive as good. I do not yearn for a life like that, I had that before, it was Him who called me out. I yearn for Him. And He has called me out of complacency and has marked out a race in front of me, I will run with endurance. I don't feel too dramatic to say their words have been chains and weapons that have entangled me. I really shouldn't open my heart up to people if I know they are going to fill the open space with doubt and discouragement.
Some words of their wisdom match up with what The Shepherd says to me, so now I am confused. But their tone is of shame and it is not at all like His. He says rest, come to me, I have seen everything, you obeyed me, I will take care of the rest, you walked in obedience, I see it, I see you. I love you. They say words somewhat like the Shepherd but their tone adds we are so relieved this didn't work, we knew from the start it wasn't good. I say if you think something is only from God if it works out perfectly, what are you going to do if I get sick? If I die? If something actually devastating happens to me? Or what if I sell all my possessions and move my small children to a third world country to live in the dirt and see people saved? That would be irresponsible right?
God speaks words to my heart that only can be understood through the Spirit. He says that through this heartbreak, through this sacrifice, through this relationship, this failure, this fall; chains have been broken. A boy once chained to condemnation and the law and covered in fear has now had His eyes opened by Love and has received the beginnings of True Freedom. Christ has blessed me with the privilege to share in the pain of Calvary with Him and through that He has set another child free.
What a rich experience. I have learned obedience as Christ did; through suffering. And this man has learned freedom like I did; through the love of Christ.
How mysterious and complex and deep. And how disheartening to be covered with judgement and sympathy and concerning glances when deep at work here in every move has been the Power of God. The same Power that worked to raise Christ from the dead.
We have to be able to see that something in life can be from God, even if it fails. We have to trust that God never fails, but we cannot associate His faithfulness with circumstances. I need faith around me to remind me that God was in this. And that I heard from Him at the start, even if His same voice called me to leave. Their doubt and unbelief is choking my faith out of me. I am too tired to fight for what they are stealing. The I told you so in their voices is going against the voice in my heart saying; you were walking in faith and obedience, I love you. The mistakes I have made are so many, choices made have ended in this crash and burn, but these mistakes are not what they think, not what actually happened. If only they would be made low enough to listen.
Critical spirits have made deaf ears and blind eyes.
In this mentality of being all or nothing, in a place of fearlessness, willingness to jump. I abandon myself and I find God in ways that I could not do with caution and fear. Should I be patient, should I seek counsel, should I wait on the Lord and be certain it is His voice I am following. Yes. A fool would say no to that. And God is the author of my faith, I trust Him to continue to work that in me, and to use people I love and trust to do so. But once I know in my heart that it is God I am resting on, I will never do anything but give all of myself to Him and I will give wholly of myself to the people and places He points me to. Will I fall and stumble and make a mess and be broken? Probably. And that scares me. Especially now when love feels lost and foreign.
But is there any other way to be? Wholehearted.What is the alternative? Lukewarm, afraid. Seeing God, or being spit out of his mouth? Brokenness won't make me hardened. It will make my wholehearted look messy, but lukewarm is not an option.
I think maybe people are afraid when someone gets broken. Like people would rather see a life fine and happy and secure. I'd rather see someone messy, broken, but in love with Christ and following hard after Him. That is the only way to have true life.
Here is what I think; I would rather love wholeheartedly, jump head first, be all in, and have no hesitation in following His voice, His word, and then be broken. Absolutely crushed by failure and dead end situations. I would rather that, I would choose it every time. At least I obeyed. Can patience and caution save me some heart break? Of course. But the mouths who are telling me this are living in caution, not faith. How appealing is caution now? Their religious hearts make caution so unappealing.
If I want to go higher and deeper into the love of the Father than ever before, I can't be anything but wholehearted, and a worker who looks back and hesitates is not fit for the plow.
Their confusion screams so loud and their own doubts toward God invade my heart "But it couldn't have been God you were trusting, look at how it ended. It must not have been Him, it couldn't have been His voice because it didn't work out, it didn't make sense. You can't hear His voice and just act like that, it has to be a slow process. This whole thing was messy, at least He rescued you now. Praise God." You praise in pride of being right. Will you praise when it doesn't go the way you wanted? If the bets don't fall in your favor and I ever prove you wrong, will you say praise God then?
When God spoke to me for the first time and said "Come to me" He never promised success or ease. He never said I wouldn't be heart broken. But He did say that if I walk by faith in what He does and says, not by sight and logic, that I would see His face. He also promised that people would not understand. That the spirit of religion would ring loud and clear and that age and understanding would attempt to control my faith.
They tell me to seek wisdom and the people they point me to are dead. Dead in fear. In lukewarm hearts beating defeat. If the fruit of wisdom is fear I will not seek it. If the result of slowing down means dulling passion and flames contained down to candle size, I will run faster.
I would rather live my whole life broken hearted and messy, than to only ever do things with parts of my being. I would rather be reckless and get burned, than stay inside watching the fire yet never feeling its heat.
They say age will teach me otherwise, I say if age means what they have I will not grow older. If their wisdom is leading me to the lives of dead faith they lead, I will not follow their footsteps. If their words will lead our generation to where we stand now, feeble and shaking, I will not follow.
If my biggest mistake is that I am too involved, too passionate, too all or nothing, I don't know if I can stop, and I don't know if He has asked that of me.
I wonder if age and wisdom would have taught Mary Magdalene to save half of her expensive perfume for another time. Or to not use it at all at the feet of a Man. It was really a waste after all. And maybe her caution should have told her that crying at His feet in front of men was embarrassing and wrong. That if she really needed to do that she could wait for an appropriate time, not interrupting the celebration with her big scene. She was really acting on emotions as she wept at His feet.
There is a difference between emotion and reverence.
If we are afraid to fail, to break, to be perceived as wrong in the world's eyes, we may never see God. If we think when something doesn't look 'wise', or doesn't work out, or doesn't appear logical then it can't be God, if we think that way, we won't hear from Him. If we claim "He is not a God of confusion" and use that as an excuse to stay complacent in logical situations, we won't endure to the end. Not only will we not endure but we will miss out on the fullness, making less of the sacrifice and refusing the precious inheritance that was bought for us by His blood. If we read the Bible we will see that the people most greatly used by God were messed up. They were all over the place, broken by what God led them to do. And most often it involved their plans being redirected, not logical. And I guess too in most cases it involved the wise church people around them being critical and hesitate.
If God says build an ark, I won't wait 6 months and pray to be sure. I will go and buy some wood that afternoon. If people ask, I won't say oh I'm just seeing how it goes, I'll just buy a few pieces each day. I will say, God said to build an ark, I'm selling all my stuff to buy wood. If a year later God says, you don't need the ark anymore. I will cry. And I will feel stupid. I will have to now go around and look for clothing and buy back my stuff from all my friends. I might look back and think, ah I should have prayed longer and maybe applied for a carpentry program for the year, just wait it out and see if next year He still wants the ark. I might regret some aspects of how things played out.
But when I stand before the throne, only by His grace, Jesus will look to the Father and say, she knows me. I am her Shepherd and she hears my voice, she doesn't listen to the voice of strangers. The Father, who sees all things will look at me and say, you obeyed like a child, and so you are. You are an heir of my kingdom.
And what didn't make sense for a few generations, will make sense for eternity.
Seems logical to me.
If I am known as someone who makes a big mess, who is up and down, all in or all out, who seemly destroys things by being fast and spontaneous, and seems to be head fast on a path of relentlessness, but who burns with passion and You know what else fits that description?
Fire.
Martina Sobey.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Abiding Presence
I wake up and look through the dark of my room to the green neon shinning in my face, bright. It is 6:42 am. The five o'clock wake up and quick swipe of my finger turning off my alarm seems like a distant dream. I overslept. Give me the first fruits of your day. I remember His command, that my first early hours of morning, fresh, belong to Him. I calculate the time and I know my sleeping has robbed from somewhere. I know I will shower, get dressed, eat breakfast. I know those things are so secure and routine that I will not compromise them. So this time passed has been stolen not from me, but from Him. Just turning to 6:43 and already my mind is racing. What can I squeeze into this hour? A quick half hearted devotion, a silent prayer, maybe a psalm. Yet I will fully devote myself to makeup application and matching socks, hair pinned. I realize that already, in this small clump of 60 seconds I have been deceived and convinced myself that my day is ruined. Spoiled by my disobedience. Pleasing Him, impossible. The enemy, my deceiver, whispers failure and taunts me to give up. In my early morning blur I rebuke him and the coffee brews. Awake now I say "Oh my soul, rest". I slow myself and sit, wrapped in blankets I feel His love move around me. Even still my mind spins a wheel of thought. As I read about Him the fullness in my mind fades and my heart finds rest in Him, in who He is. Beholding Him I pray to be transformed to be more like Him. I remember the words we will be like Him for we shall see Him as He is. I know He has filled me afresh as the Word takes over my thoughts and memorized scriptures are brought to light. I let my worldly thoughts leave me as His word takes power over my thinking. I know in this place I shall hear from Him afresh. In this place of communion with His Spirit when His written word fills me, so now I am surrendered to hear what He longs to speak over me. I thank Him that He is alive, always speaking and moving.
I look in my mirror across my room lit dimly and I see the marker lines forming words on my mirror, bold black reminders that stare me in the face and speak truth of His love. Miraculously the lines form letters and those form words, I read. "The Father is Love", so often heard, but even still I preach it to my soul as the sun begins to rise. The fog outside, and inside my heart leaves as His light penetrates my soul. The sense of unworthiness I somehow picked up in a few minutes in the early day is gone and I sense His pleasure and love. I just love you, it's who I am. I let His truth call my other thoughts captive.
The same green neon numbers, digital, tell me 7:21am. What felt like hours spent resting with Him has really been minutes. Time multiplied by the Spirit, a gift from the Father. There is time now, time for jeans and boots and hair and black eye lashes. I am ready for the day, the 6:42am sleep in and the chaotic thoughts that took over in that first minute are gone because my God speaks love. He did not hold out a checklist, comparing me to it. He held out His arms and said, come to me. He looks with love and when I look at Him, by the Spirit, the Father's eyes reflect Jesus. I know the blood that covers me and that I have been bought at a high cost. I know the price, the power that now surrounds me and holds me in this intimate place with the Father.
That same grace is here in the pages I read, Jesus speaks to the Father in the book of John: the glory that you have given me I have given to them, that they may be one even as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may be perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them as you love me.
I listen again as the Father whispers love over me, and the Spirit reveals the depth of the love the Father has, the same love He has for His Son. Perfect unity, for the sake of the world. I give thanks to the Spirit by whom I participate in this sacred fellowship and I pray His presence over my household.
Jesus prays: that the Love with which you have loved me may be in them and I in them.
How great is the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of our Father, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit. Here is the place I will abide.
I open my door and ask the love of Christ to flow out of my heart, out of my bedroom and into my brother's. I brush my teeth and whisper, with you I do abide. How mundane, yet how sweet?
Clothed in peace and righteousness by the grace of Christ, this is the fullness we are offered as Christians. To dwell in His house forever and ever. Who ever said forever starts when we die? We can live in the heavenly places with God now. Each day. Of course our flesh will wage war and the world will try to stop us, but we can take heart, for He has overcome the world.
I am wondering how many days out of this year I will live and abide in continuous communion with Christ Jesus our Lord?
I certainly don't all the time. But in the quietness and victory of a chaotic and then restful morning, I am realizing there is nothing in my day, in this world that can pluck me from His hand. I will not claim that promise any more without the lived out evidence that I spend my whole day actively abiding in His hand.
I can say Oh yes I abide each day in Jesus Christ. But until I experience continuous abiding, have I really received my inheritance?
Let us lay down our unbelief, our complacency, our routines, and let us live for the upward call of God in Christ. Let us claim our inheritance and children, heirs, and saints, and let us actually show the world what we have. The fruits of the Spirit, healing, life spent with God, communion with the Spirit and His power, a promise land. Maybe as we rise up to the heavenly places and live a life walked by the Spirit, then God will impart heaven onto earth. Maybe as we rise up as an army of believers who actually dwell in His Presence, then maybe His presence will come down.
Heaven coming to earth means so much more than I know. But I do know it means sinners saved and turned into saints. I know it means God here. I know it means glory increasing and the power of God made manifest.
So then, let us consider our calling, let us no longer settle for a few thoughts of God each day, or for a bedtime prayer list and online devotion. Let us look at the joy set before us, the marriage supper with the Lamb, and let us give every bit of our lives to seeing that same kingdom descend. That we may live heaven now, and that those of the world may see power and authority in our lives and that they may come drink of the Living Water. Let us actually be vessels who are always full of water, always filled with God's presence, so that all who come close to us may drink and never thirst again. Let us be the royal priesthood we are named to be, and let the commonly claimed promises become a physically inheritance and realm we abide in day by day.
If I, with all my imperfections and past sin, can dwell with God for an hour and eighteen minutes in the stillness of my bedroom, I think we can all learn to abide with Him all the time. Surely there is enough grace in the heart of Jesus to keep us in the place He has called us to dwell.
I wonder what this city will look like when it is full of abiding believers who impart Christ to the people around them?
I don't think it will be normal, I don't think we have any idea the fullness that is coming for us, and I certainly don't think when He pours out His Spirit that I will be sleeping past my alarm.
Martina Sobey
I look in my mirror across my room lit dimly and I see the marker lines forming words on my mirror, bold black reminders that stare me in the face and speak truth of His love. Miraculously the lines form letters and those form words, I read. "The Father is Love", so often heard, but even still I preach it to my soul as the sun begins to rise. The fog outside, and inside my heart leaves as His light penetrates my soul. The sense of unworthiness I somehow picked up in a few minutes in the early day is gone and I sense His pleasure and love. I just love you, it's who I am. I let His truth call my other thoughts captive.
The same green neon numbers, digital, tell me 7:21am. What felt like hours spent resting with Him has really been minutes. Time multiplied by the Spirit, a gift from the Father. There is time now, time for jeans and boots and hair and black eye lashes. I am ready for the day, the 6:42am sleep in and the chaotic thoughts that took over in that first minute are gone because my God speaks love. He did not hold out a checklist, comparing me to it. He held out His arms and said, come to me. He looks with love and when I look at Him, by the Spirit, the Father's eyes reflect Jesus. I know the blood that covers me and that I have been bought at a high cost. I know the price, the power that now surrounds me and holds me in this intimate place with the Father.
That same grace is here in the pages I read, Jesus speaks to the Father in the book of John: the glory that you have given me I have given to them, that they may be one even as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may be perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them as you love me.
I listen again as the Father whispers love over me, and the Spirit reveals the depth of the love the Father has, the same love He has for His Son. Perfect unity, for the sake of the world. I give thanks to the Spirit by whom I participate in this sacred fellowship and I pray His presence over my household.
Jesus prays: that the Love with which you have loved me may be in them and I in them.
How great is the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of our Father, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit. Here is the place I will abide.
I open my door and ask the love of Christ to flow out of my heart, out of my bedroom and into my brother's. I brush my teeth and whisper, with you I do abide. How mundane, yet how sweet?
Clothed in peace and righteousness by the grace of Christ, this is the fullness we are offered as Christians. To dwell in His house forever and ever. Who ever said forever starts when we die? We can live in the heavenly places with God now. Each day. Of course our flesh will wage war and the world will try to stop us, but we can take heart, for He has overcome the world.
I am wondering how many days out of this year I will live and abide in continuous communion with Christ Jesus our Lord?
I certainly don't all the time. But in the quietness and victory of a chaotic and then restful morning, I am realizing there is nothing in my day, in this world that can pluck me from His hand. I will not claim that promise any more without the lived out evidence that I spend my whole day actively abiding in His hand.
I can say Oh yes I abide each day in Jesus Christ. But until I experience continuous abiding, have I really received my inheritance?
Let us lay down our unbelief, our complacency, our routines, and let us live for the upward call of God in Christ. Let us claim our inheritance and children, heirs, and saints, and let us actually show the world what we have. The fruits of the Spirit, healing, life spent with God, communion with the Spirit and His power, a promise land. Maybe as we rise up to the heavenly places and live a life walked by the Spirit, then God will impart heaven onto earth. Maybe as we rise up as an army of believers who actually dwell in His Presence, then maybe His presence will come down.
Heaven coming to earth means so much more than I know. But I do know it means sinners saved and turned into saints. I know it means God here. I know it means glory increasing and the power of God made manifest.
So then, let us consider our calling, let us no longer settle for a few thoughts of God each day, or for a bedtime prayer list and online devotion. Let us look at the joy set before us, the marriage supper with the Lamb, and let us give every bit of our lives to seeing that same kingdom descend. That we may live heaven now, and that those of the world may see power and authority in our lives and that they may come drink of the Living Water. Let us actually be vessels who are always full of water, always filled with God's presence, so that all who come close to us may drink and never thirst again. Let us be the royal priesthood we are named to be, and let the commonly claimed promises become a physically inheritance and realm we abide in day by day.
If I, with all my imperfections and past sin, can dwell with God for an hour and eighteen minutes in the stillness of my bedroom, I think we can all learn to abide with Him all the time. Surely there is enough grace in the heart of Jesus to keep us in the place He has called us to dwell.
I wonder what this city will look like when it is full of abiding believers who impart Christ to the people around them?
I don't think it will be normal, I don't think we have any idea the fullness that is coming for us, and I certainly don't think when He pours out His Spirit that I will be sleeping past my alarm.
Martina Sobey
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