“My Heart Is Broken…”

“My heart is broken because of the false prophets, and my bones tremble. I stagger like a drunkard, like someone overcome by wine, because of the holy words the Lord has spoken against them. For the land is full of adultery, and it lies under a curse. The land itself is in mourning— its wilderness pastures are dried up. For they all do evil and abuse what power they have. “Even the priests and prophets are ungodly, wicked men. I have seen their despicable acts right here in my own Temple,” says the Lord. “Therefore, the paths they take will become slippery. They will be chased through the dark, and there they will fall. For I will bring disaster upon them at the time fixed for their punishment. I, the Lord, have spoken!” Jeremiah‬ ‭23:9-12‬ ‭NLT‬‬

I Will Not Hear

Speaking to His own people, to those who claimed to know Him, God sent this message when they were in serious trouble. “I spake into thee in thy prosperity: but thou saidest, ‘I will not hear’, This hath been thy manner from thy youth.” Jeremiah 22:21

Here is the same passage but put in more plain, everyday language. “I spoke to you when everything was going your way. You said, ‘I’m not interested.’ You’ve been that way as long as I’ve known you, never listened to a thing I said.
‭‭ https://bible.com/bible/97/jer.22.20-23.MSG

“On The Dark Mountains”

“Hear and give ear: Do not be proud, For the Lord has spoken. Give glory to the Lord your God Before He causes darkness, And before your feet stumble on the dark mountains, And while you are looking for light, He turns it into the shadow of death And makes it dense darkness. But if you will not hear it, My soul will weep in secret for your pride; My eyes will weep bitterly And run down with tears, Because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.” Jeremiah‬ ‭13:15-17‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

He will carry you home

You are loved, you are loved by the love incomprehensible. You are held in the hands of the God who won’t let go. Though this road has been long, and the way is dark before you, Christ is there, by your side, He’s the Shepherd of your soul. Don’t despair, don’t give in, through you’re weak and afraid; Still your soul, and know, Christ will carry you home.

Waiting On GOD

Notes from my journal this morning.

Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: but they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” (Isaiah‬ ‭40:30-31‬ ‭KJV‬‬). By GOD’s grace I will wait upon the LORD. But how I wait is just as important as that I wait. How then do I wait?

Behold my servant, whom I uphold; mine elect, in whom my soul delighteth; I have put my spirit upon him: he shall bring forth judgment to the Gentiles. He shall not cry, nor lift up, nor cause his voice to be heard in the street. A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench: he shall bring forth judgment unto truth. He shall not fail nor be discouraged, till he have set judgment in the earth: and the isles shall wait for his law.” Isaiah‬ ‭42:1-4‬ ‭KJV‬‬ “Behold my servant, whom I uphold…”. I read this and immediately understood that this is the thing to do during what seems like a time, a season of waiting. To wait is an action. There is nothing passive about Biblical waiting. It would seem to include the idea of pulling one’s self together, then patiently, expectantly, in that collected state, to be still, and with everything within you, to set your hope fully on GOD. Isn’t this what Christ did? Oh how unaccustomed to this I am. I try to pull myself together, to collect myself so I can wait, and instantly I find myself in a battle. My mind starts to act out. My thoughts take off like a hundred cats let out of a locked up barn, each one scattering, running off in its own direction. How critical it has to be that while I am waiting that I possess my soul, to take command of it so I can, by a God-given free will, direct it Godward. This is an active waiting, one that has to involve the whole person, body, soul and spirit. No one who collects herself, himself, can do it Biblically, who excludes some part. The heart can’t be in Zion when the mind is set on Babylon. I can’t escape the judgment and destruction of Sodom, and as it is going up in flames be glancing back over my shoulder, with a sense of sorrow, pity and loss.

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.” (John‬ ‭15:1-2‬ ‭KJV‬‬). Doesn’t this tell me that seasons of growth must be followed by times of purging, pruning? Isn’t this part of the lifelong process of sanctification that I should expect, even welcome? Should pruning surprise me? No, on the contrary it should bring a sense of assurance. “…every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.”. What then should the branch that has been pruned, cleansed of useless shoots, do? Shouldn’t it “Wait upon the LORD…”? Shouldn’t it pull itself together, and by the grace of GOD, actively wait, and “Behold my servant whom I will uphold…”? This, I think it what the author of Hebrews meant when he wrote, “Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith…”. How critical it seems to me that during a time of painful and often confusing pruning, that I pull myself together; wait upon the Lord; Look unto and upon Jesus, and behold him.

And finally, in the waiting, do what the Apostle Paul told the Philippians: “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.” Philippians‬ ‭4:8-9‬ ‭KJV‬‬

A Confession

My sins were not those of accidental ignorance. I did not fall short because I tried and failed. No, mine were sins of brazen iniquity, of way over the line trespasses that shouted at the Holy Trinity, “I dare You!”

God, I fear that when you see me, You see hands stained with the blood of the innocent, and one whose life is ruled by fear; Whose eyes do not see, Whose ears do not hear.

I dare not come to You alone, or stand before You on my own. The only way to approach Your throne, is to come in Christ, and Christ alone.