A snapshot in two times, two prophets, two children of the Father, one a prophet drawn by the heart of the Father with bitter warnings, one The Prophet, the Son of God, the One the former prophet warned and spoke of, given by the heart of the Father as the ultimate gift for the world.
Both of these scriptures come within the context of woes and warnings. Both reveal the heart of the Father, that weeps for our unwillingness to listen, to obey, to see His mighty merciful and longing Fatherly heart. Firm but broken open for the refusal of His people.
Too, often God is pictured as the rule giving, too demanding, too strict, lacking in understanding and patience. It was 470 year from Jeremiah to Yeshua (Jesus), it’s been roughly 2011 years since Yeshua to now. Could any of us be patient like God the Father? How many of us would wait, longing, hoping, working, loving. ..for just that amount of time 2481 years, how about a tenth of that? Now consider since the creation of the world? I think He still weeps, reaching with longing arms towards us. I relate, as a parent, as He intended for that experience to show us His own heart. Reaching for my children, lost and wandering, searching for answers different than the ones they’ve been taught. Knowing deep down God’s way is best, but mixing up their own with His attempting to do it their own way. I remember well my own searching, wandering, wayward bend. This reminder is recalled daily as I learn anew how deep that cavern goes in my flesh. As a young woman, I felt nothing but my own displeasure and disgust for my behavior. This I projected onto God the Father. I thank God everyday, that now I know He weeps for me, reaches out for me, full of love, with the strength of His compassion! Most people don’t see how full of power The Father’s compassion is! The unbending hold of His tears! Holding all things in a seeming state of suspense to us, but winding down into His awesome will like seeds of flowers in a field about to be doust with spring rain to prove what we can’t see is just there, resting in His hand that feeds all things in His timing! Alone the seeds seem small and worthless. The ground, fallow from winter sleeps, seem dark and lifeless.
God the Father seems to be content with lack of growth for a time. Perhaps He is. Content because He has never made even one little thing that can not and will not grow. The rains are His tears, all around the world, the flood of His tears run and slide and wash away the things of this world that could never provide what His tears could and can. Elsewhere, the drought of His weeping until there are no more tears, turns the earth into a cleansing fire. Man sees it as a destructive invasion, God sends His tears in the form of a scould to stop the bleeding of wounds. Haven’t you ever cried so hard so long that tears ran dry?
Thousands of years ago, there was a weeping prophet, drawn into and compelled by the very heart of a weeping God. Then came a weeping Savior, whose final tear as a human torn asunder, fell from His cheek with the words “It is finished“. The weeping will now one day be turned into nothing but dancing! The arms of the Loving Father are now held out, wide open, desiring that none should perish, so the weeping continues, and the longing, reaching, teaching, faithful patience that makes Him who He is!
These are two reflections, of the heart of Abba Father.Remember He weeps with us, groans with us or rather our own weeping and groaning reflect Him! His patience has purpose for all of us. Those of us who acknowledge Him in all our ways, those who run from Him, and those who will be lost to Him forever. How long will I hold out for my child? As long as I have breath in my body. God’s breath created the very beginning of all things, it shall never run out, it shall never grow old and decay, it is eternal. We remember, we are not waiting on word for this or that; we wait on Him. We are not waiting for answers to prayer; we are waiting on Him! The answers are already there! We aren’t waiting on jobs, raises, houses, results, beginnings or endings; we wait on Him. We wait on Him, and He is worth waiting for! May we find that we are satisfied, as the earth we stand, sit, and rest upon is satisfied with all He provides!
♡ Grace and Shalom in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
Your Works! Your Works! Your Works O Adonai!
I can not say which awes me more
Your Works in the heavens
Your Works on the earth and land and sea
Which awesome wonder – all beyond telling
But Oh Lord, Your works in me!
Who can say which is more
Miraculous beyond all telling
The sky – light and dark
The meadow and park
The mountainous vistas rising?
The landscape of my heart
The valley of my will
Or the giant peaks of my dark mind – until…
Bent and broken
Held and loved open
Your Wonders of Life where death fights while hoping
Springs tiny a seed of Strength inside need
And You make resistance run full bore into obedience!
How? How is it possible Lord?
You turn my waters into wine
You feed the million of my offenses with Your bread of mercy and Your fish of grace
You release my fingers from illusionary “riches”
Oh how I cling to them!
Yet the instant I let go, the Richness of Your presence feeds the cattle on a thousand hills
Did I loosen my grip or did Your own hand make them slip?
Find one who can discern the redeeming point of origin
No doubt Father, no doubt it was all You in the pouring in
And pouring out
Limping me. .. now You’re holding
I can run, stand, and walk by myself
But I can only limp with You
Keep me ever in Your marrow parting from bone precision
Wrapped in Your very breath and Word to dig in
Longing ever for Your Son!
Yeshua! Salvation! The House of Forgiveness!
The Richest Man bending down to my poor soul!
Filling! Filling! And opening Your Door to Revelation beyond my ken!
Rescuing with separating protection!
Nailing my self-conscious soul to Your Power!
Prepping the soil of my landscapes to the bounty You shower!
Never needing to know in advanced any hour!
You are always there!
To what can that compare?
I look up…Abba
I look down…Father
To either side Your Spirit – Your Son!
I look for guilt or condemnation…
And Behold! There’s none! None!
Wiped out in a single day!
A day that still ripples the hour of Your Birth, Your death and Your rising!
Following those ripples to the first Breath and Word calling into existence all these eyes see!
Oh Father! There’s another!
My blind eyes see! My deaf ears hear! My embalmed heart understands!
Your Voice – opens eyes and ears and clay incaked hearts!
Truly that is where every miracle starts!
The stars were no challenge!
The Sun was just fun!
The Moon was Your playground!
And You’d just begun!
Then the dust blew with what You knew!
Masterfully woven and spun!
Grace and love gave birth to the need of You!
Oh Lord, Your Works!
Your Works ruin me!
Your Works recreate me!
Every time I look at anything…this is what I see! Your Works
Inside, outside and all around me
All pointing back to You
Working, wondrous Freedom indeed!
O Adonai! Your Works!
Heavenly host continually praise!
And lend me their voice for tonight at this hour.
Oh Lord Your Works!
Oh Lord Your Trustworthiness!
Oh God, You are Power!
Holy, holy, holy is The Lord God Almighty!
Hosanna in the heights!
Hosanna down below!
Tune your trust to Yeshua (Jesus) and watch your vision grow!
Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah
Repatence drew herself up from her knee-strewn posture with suppressed moans. She had been “at it” for hours. She had her “unclean self” in the stocks… willing the impurity from her thoughts to submit as she threw various “objects” of reticence at her wayward self. As she arose she took in the “scene”. Her rebellious nature glared back at her with a slight curve of laughter in her features. She let her shoulders drop and sighed.
“Well Father, it seems it did no good to take myself captive. This part of me has nine lives and grins like a cat the more I try to expose it to Your discipline” she said aloud.
“She does seem rather amusingly immortal, huh? ” A voice spoke from beside her, bending down He began to message her knees.
Repatence jumped and gasped aloud. Falling to the bed under shock and relief at the same time. It had been a while since her Lord had appeared so vividly. Though she never told a soul He appeared to her. Who would believe her. It was 2014 and noone testified to having “seen Him” anymore! Much less did they speak of His speaking to them! It was tantamount to being considered qualified to move into the psych-ward in a local hospital.
She leaned back against the stone wall of her humble room which framed her bed on two sides. Closing her eyes she giggled and blew out a alleviated breath. Yielding to His hands which “spoke” healing to her knees.
“Is it possible my Lord, that my bad self keeps being resurrected by your enemy? The unkind and selfish thoughts don’t seem to be “killable”! She decided to just go with the flow and pour out her heart since He “was there” and she could not deny her knees now seemed to have forgotten their vigil upon the stone floor.
He smiled and it went from His face to her eyes and into the very core of her being. How she loved Him!
“No, I do not believe that power is the enemies to use. Look closely, she never died.” His voice was gentle with a touch of humility and splashed with humor that settled the dust of peace in the world around her.
She looked closely as instructed. Her bent form in the stock, head turned towards a hand poking out of its captive hole, as if observing a hang nail quite content in its imprisonment. It was ridiculous, of course, as the image was only in her mind. One drawn up to help her in her determination to “beat down” the inpure thoughts that came as a result of her afternoon encounter with Mary-Margret, a sister in the shelter she worked with. Mary’s harsh words failed yet again to produce the humility that had been intended over her spacey-ness while serving the afternoon meal; resulting in an upturned tray and a burn on her hand.
The hand He now held in His and administered the same language through His fingers as He did her knees a moment before.
“Am I crazy Lord? I was just trying to ‘die to myself’ and the image helped.” She began to tear up.
His beautiful hands, holes and all embraced her face and brought it in line with His own. She followed its path and meet His eyes, now full of their own tears.
“Let’s take her out of the stocks dear one, she doesn’t need to ‘die’ as you understand dying. I did that. Within you, Repetance, is both light and dark and this is the path you walk with Me. Your desire is known to the One who knows you best. That’s why I’m here.” His words were more than residents of His mouth, they became!
The image in her mind dissipated and faded as she watched a tear roll down His scarred cheek. She reached a finger to touch it as it followed the path to His chin. Wonder filled her hand and vibrated up her arm and found expression in her throat in a awe-struck tremble. How she loved Him!
“Why do You cry my Lord? She asked.
He caught her hand and kissed it.
“Because it breaks My heart to see you try so hard to do a thing I’ve done. Give your wayward thoughts to Me as a gift, dear one, and I shall show you My grace.”
“But, how can I consider them a “gift” my Lord, they are unworthy of You!?!” She cried.
“Because you give them to Me, sweet one, they become a treasure of priceless worth to Me and the Father! We can make them into Love, I don’t require you to understand, just to trust.” He said, looking deep into her eyes.
The word ‘but’ began to form on her lips. She “grabbed it” and frowned.
He began to laugh out loud with delight. A laughter that intoxicated without humiliation, and she joined Him. Knowing without knowing why He found such humor in her action, unseen and unspoken but known!
“What a fitting name Abba gave you, Repetance, so much like repentence! You do embody the character! What delight you are!” He said with the affection that spun stars into existence.
“ Why don’t You do this with everyone Lord? You know, appear and talk and laugh and heal just like this.” She asked
“Why do you think I do not? He asked, seriousness replaced His demeanor.
Repetance turned red at the thought of her ignorance. She looked down. Immediately her face was brought back up to meet His gaze. Those other worldly eyes holding her captive now in the freedom of His love.
“Because noone talks about it, I guess. I mean noone! I suppose it’s natural to assume You do not. Though I realize it may not reflect the truth. Am I correct in keeping these moments to myself? She explained with the heart of yearning.
“Perhaps, at least until you are prompted again to share. There are moments that I keep just between us. Yet, remember yesterday when the gentleman asked you if God talks to you. And you withdrew, unsure and afraid.” He said and inquired.
She remembered well, nodding her head. Embarrassment creeping up her neck again.
“Those are times you must be bold and unafraid and speak dear one. You will know and must act when prompted and let Me deal with what others think, say or even do to you at such times. Many are spoken to just like this but they, just like you, are afraid. It breaks My heart and keeps My followers weak. Which can be made into strength, but it is the heart of Abba that His children witness to My aliveness and realness to others.” His eyes were sad and held no blame. Repetance could see the grace alive in Him!
I will speak next time my Lord, if You will help me. I will speak.” She threw her arms around Him.
Again His laughter rang out against the walls of her room and His arms returned her affection.
“That is all that is required dear one.” He said, “And no more stocks, eh?” He whispered as His fulness faded. Repetance looked down at her hand and smiled at the tear that had not yet dried on her finger.
“Yes, my Lord, I understand. No more stocks, and I will speak and give my many many “gifts” to You. And follow You like this finger followed Your tears. .. straight into Abba’s heart. I love You!”
Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah