I can’t stop seeing the hurt in his eyes. The deep pain that has changed him forever. I can’t stop hearing the anguish in her story…the hurt from being accused and dismissed. The images won’t leave my mind…the hungry, the hurting, the needy. I see the need…I feel it in the center of my being. I see the tears. I feel them as they fall down her cheeks. What can I do? How do I help? My soul cries out! I can’t rest until I DO something.
And then I hear it. That soft Whisper that has become such a dear and trusted Friend. The Holy Wind that blows across my heart and bids me come. I fall. On my face, I fall into His presence. I fall hungry, hurting, and needy at His feet! And there I stay. I unleash my soul before Him…it all comes tumbling out in gushes.
He says STOP. He says INTERCEDE. PRAY. I bear my soul before the Almighty. DO THIS. I am doing what doesn’t make sense. But in doing, peace starts to chip away the pieces of distress. I can accomplish nothing apart from the ONE who accomplishes all. So, in His presence I sit. I lay aside frivolous things. He convicts and disciplines my wayward heart. I humbly bow. It hurts, this growing up in the Lord. But I know the growing pains will only bring me closer…closer to the One who my very soul longs to apart of. So I confess. And I bow lower. Until I am prostrate on my bedroom floor, I bow. And He says “Stay and Do”. This is what I am to do for the hurt in his eyes. This is what I am to do for the anguish in her story, the hurt from being accused and dismissed. This is what I am to do for the tears as they fall down her cheeks. I am to bow low, and usher their requests before the throne room of the Creator Himself…the great I AM.
And when He sets me on my feet again, I am to go. I am to feed the hungry, comfort the hurting, and help the needy. I am to be His hands and feet.
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