Have you had it? That moment? Quiet enough to be bypassed, but it wasn’t. The catch of the breath. The glint caught out of the corner of your eye. The whiff of smoke, the beating sun, and the Voice.
The Voice asking you to turn aside.
The Voice proclaiming, quietly, gently, powerfully proclaiming,
“Here I am”
“Do not draw near this place. Take your sandals off your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground…I am the God of your father–the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.”
And I hid my face, for I was afraid to look upon God.
It was not me originally, there in Exodus 3 (and if your Bible says different, I think you need a better translation). It was not me in Exodus 3, but it was me…in my living room, taken to the ground, on my face, prostrate–a position that I do not take lightly, especially in a week where I have been on painkillers for my back. Prostrate = excruciating pain….except when God calls you there.
I will likely be sore later, but isn’t wrestling with God like that? If Jacob didn’t come away unscathed from demanding a blessing, why should I believe otherwise. Though I have yet to demand the blessing, I know it is coming.
If you could hear my keyboard, the force by which these letters come is….is not like me…rattle, tap, tap, rattle, rattle, rattle. As the SPriti moves, I know tomorrow will be hard–He has promised it.
He has promised it will be streching, growing, demanding of me.
And He has promised to lead me through, to fight the battle, to train me in the sword, the Sword, rather, I will need to fight.
There is much coming over the horizon. And only by His guiding hand will it ever come to be.
If I am to be who I need to be at that time, I must be prostrate now. Though physically sitting, spiritually, my heart must be prostrate before the Father who calls me.
It will be the fight of my life. And it will reap the fruit I have so longed to see.
If God is calling you down, to your knees, to your face, to His throne, GO! I will pray for you as you pray for me.
And weeks from now, when this phase of the battle is won–WON–we will both emerge victorious. Maybe with battlescars, some war sounds, and even a limp. Jacob limped, I can too. These weeks will bring wrestling…and in the end, I must believe, they will bring a blessing.
For any call of God that brings me to my face, then lifts my chin with 101 biblical references to start, to START, me on my way, well, that is a battle that can only reap reward.
Calm on the outside, waging and raging spiritual battle on the inside. Life in the resurrection; things just got serious.
To God be the glory.
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