I’ve been on a plateau for quite some time. I’m not in the dumps and I’m not on a mountain top - I’m just walking. I love the Lord so dearly and I pursue him daily. My life is lacking, because of me. I want the Lord more and more all the time but I never give him more purely focused time than a little while each night. I talk to him throughout the day and I think about him constantly, I even talk about him quite a bit. I’m just not spending the kind of time I want with him. I’m not building the kind of relationship I want with him. So today I’m feeling a little down because I know what I want and I haven’t gone and gotten it. I haven’t been running. I had a test today that I could take anytime between 8 and 4, so I woke up this morning and studied one last time and went and got it over with. Despite the low B I made on it, I hardly have time to care. I just want to be with the Lord. I want to be on fire the way he designed me to be. My mind used to flood with prophetic dreams every night; really this is the first semester they haven’t been present in a few years. It’s not about the dreams or the actions really, it’s just about my heart and his. I desire for them to be congruent. I know he’s just waiting on me and I know he’s been holding my right hand this entire time. He showed me this today:
Rise up, you women who are at ease, hear my voice; you complacent daughters, give ear to my speech. In little more than a year you will shudder, you complacent women; for the grape harvest fails, the fruit harvest will not come. Tremble, you women who are at ease, shudder, you complacent ones; strip, and make yourselves bare, and tie sackcloth around your waist. Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine, for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers, yes, for all the joyous houses in the exultant city. For the palace is forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens forever, a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks; until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, and the fruitful field is deemed a forest. The justice will dwell in the wilderness, and righteousness abide in the fruitful field. And the effect of righteousness will be peace, and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust forever. My people will abide in a peaceful habitation in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places. And it will hail when the forest falls down, and the city will be utterly laid low. Happy are you who sow beside all waters, who let the feet of the ox and the donkey range free.
The transition from low to high is incredible to me. It’s almost hard to find where the switch is. But isn’t it interesting that often times our lives are the same way? At some point we are down and not sure how to get up and once we start seeking the Lord again, we suddenly realize where we are and that we’re out of where we’ve been. “Until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high” - I believe that’s where the transition is. ;)
As I was thinking of a title for this post, "rise" immediately came to mind. All of you who were at Crosspointe yesterday, it's funny isn't it - how things like this line up?