Monday, August 29, 2011

Walk in Water

But now, this is what the LORD says— he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. Isaiah 43:1-2

My sister carried my three year old nephew toward the beautiful blue Atlantic Ocean. “NO! I don't want to go!” screamed Mason. “What is his problem?” I asked my sister. “Yesterday, he was tripped and landed face down in the water,” she explained. “So, today he's terrified to get near the ocean. But, he needs to learn that it's safe to return.” After a few seconds, Mason's mom carried him back to the calm of the shore. All the while, Mason watched intently as his father stayed knee deep in the ocean's waves.

About an hour later, Mason quietly walked right up to me at the water's edge. His arms and his eyes were open wide. “Do you want to go?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said. So I picked him up and carried him out to where his dad stood. “Do you want to get in the water, Mason?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said. So I lowered him in the water and raised him up again to his sheer delight! He looked at his dad and said, “Look Daddy, I did it! I did it! I stood up and didn't fall!”

The same day Mason fell in the ocean, my heart fell into despair. A trusted friendship was torn apart. I fell face down into confusion, hurt, and fear. My ocean was called “Trust” and my heart was terrified to return. I knew that I needed to trust again, but not now. Just like Mason, there was a time to wait on the shore. My heart must heal before it can return to feel. Not with time or experience. Waiting on God and waiting with God is the only way for the broken to truly be made whole. Just like Mason, I would not be carried, but would walk alone to face my fear. Step by step, a heart of faith transforms waters  of fear into waves of delight. I would simply come into the arms of one waiting and welcoming; thrilling in the immersion of love, trust, and relationship.

All the while, gazing at my smiling Father saying, “Look Daddy I did it! I stood up and didn't fall!” Adding, “It's only because of You. Waiting patiently for me to return here by Your side. These are YOUR waters of trust, love, intimacy, and joy that wash over my heart. You call to me by my name, reminding me that I am Yours and and I can trust You here. Always. You are my delight, I am with You here, in the desires of my heart. Thank You, Saviour, Redeemer, Father and Love!"

Enjoy Him, Michelle

Monday, August 22, 2011


Then Jesus cried again with a loud voice and breathed his last. And at that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, and the rocks were split.” Matthew 27:50-51 
The thickness of the veil was a handbreadth. It was woven of seventy-two cords, and each cord consisted of twenty-four strands. It was forty cubits (60 feet) long and twenty (30 feet) wide. - Rabban Simon b. Gamaliel
At the exact moment that the Passover lamb was slaughtered in the temple, the Passover Lamb was slaughtered on the cross. At the exact moment that the temple veil was torn, heaven’s veil was torn. Jesus became the sin veil that kept me from the Presence of God; He was torn, just as the veil was torn, so that I could know the fullness of God.
“But their minds were made dull, for to this day the same veil remains when the old covenant is read. It has not been removed, because only in Christ is it taken away. Even to this day when Moses is read, a veil covers their hearts. But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” 2 Corinthians 3:14-17
Oh how many threads of life weave together to veil my heart. Pride. Idolatry. Doubt. Unbelief. Fear. Finances. Self-dependence. Self-distraction. Knowledge without wisdom. Service without compassion. Time without prayer. Offering God my mind, while veiling my heart. Presenting my problems, while veiling my praise. Only the blood soaked, nail driven, hand of Yeshua could tear away the ancient temple's massive veil. Only His blood soaked, nail scarred hand can tear the veil that eclipses me from His Light.  Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me and lead me in the way everlasting. Psalm 139:23-24
Self is the opaque veil that hides the face of God from us. It can be removed only in a spiritual experience, never by mere instruction....there must be a work of God in destruction before we are free. God must do everything for us. Our part is to yield, trust, confess, forsake, repudiate the self-life, and then reckon it crucified...Let us remember that when we talk of rending the veil, there is nothing pleasant about it. In human experience, that veil is made of living spiritual tissue; to tear it away is to injure us, to hurt us, to make us bleed. There is a moment when [we] die. After that is the resurrection glory and power, and the pain is forgotten for job that the veil is taken away and we have entered in actual spiritual experience the presence of the living God.” - A.W. Tozer

Enjoy Him, Michelle