The dreary, rainy, gloomy days as of late make it hard to stay up in the morning. I just want to stay in my jammies and piles of pillows and fluffy blankets and drift on the Slumber Ocean. Sigh. I did stay up this morning and read the devotional in Love Letters from God, by Ivan Tait. I Really like that book. It’s set up by the date of each day, so you can use it over each year. Today, the verse was Revelation 3:20…
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. KJV
The whole devotional is written as if God were speaking, and in this particular one I sensed the urgency, the passionate desire, the longing, for me to let Him in to all the deep, dark places in my heart. To let Him in to heal, soothe, uplift, encourage and reshape me. Two sentences really grabbed a hold of me…
“Let me hold your heart in My hands so it is still like a new born child in its mother’s arms, never forgetting the touch of love.”
I so clearly envisioned a new born, still and intently focused on the face of its mother. I remember such moments with my own babies, it takes my breath away.
“Let Me into the secret rooms of your heart where even you dare not go.”
That would require a tremendous amount of trust…if I don’t even go there, how can I trust to let someone else in there?
And yet, I know in my head that Yahweh would never hurt me there. The process of healing may hurt, but He is not vicious. Surgery hurts, but the reason for it is to heal, to correct, to repair.
I read the first chapter of I Have Loved You again.
“Reveal truth to me. Show me how to call you Father. Draw me into your presence.”
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