Thursday, August 18, 2011

He calls sinners.

              On hearing this, Jesus said to them, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." mark 2:17

today i saw desperate measures of grace pour out upon unsuspecting persons... someone was given a 2nd chance today. your spirit caused a reservoir of truth to trickle slowly yet the sustanance of it all treasures the storehouses of escape to all generations. your sweet sweet grace has once again brought life to this well worn soul. thank you Lord my God and King.

im exhausted. so tired. i had an equally emotionally draining day that unequivocally centered around a one in whom im to entrust totally to God. vague , yes but im still uncertain of exactly how much of me to put on here. the plumb line is being drawn i suppose by the One in whom is directing my path. Oh If it were not for his almost audible voice piercing the depths of my soul with the words  "you are very peculiar". This  i heard quite clearly as though it were my mom calling from the top of the stairs.at first glance to some this may sound a bit odd;)  but to those who know their Word to be called peculiar by the Lord is nothing short of magnificent.

      first the very fact that i had a Holy visitation from the one in whom my soul longs for. The one in whom a day spent with would far exceed a thousand else where. One in whom many have betrayed and deny every day. This One came to speak to me. how utterly humbled i am. how tenderly these words resounded within this temple of mine.and second that he should remind me of how very much i am his possesion.oh the feeling of belonging to someone. I suppose to often we go seeking elswhere for what is already within. He is within.

i am learning the discipline of silence before him. how often this mind wanders. has done so all my life. an exlover once called me a wayfaring wanderlust too often my affections were lavished on undeserving idols and forbidden fruit. too often my thoughts return there .so to bridle her and bring captive all her wayward ways i must. some might blush at the honesty in that statement but one thing i must do is hide nothing. for i know of 2 individuals who attempted to do just that but instead would be exposed for eternity. so i sit here quite vulnerable to you dear reader. hoping that from my story you can take a bit away for yourself learning once more we are all not to different from one another all in need of second chances and thirds and fourths. here is my hand let us wander elsewhere to something quite foreign to ourselves. The selfless life. completely contradictory i suppose to the voice echoing for generations " seek to fulfill your highest good found no where else but within ." what happens when  my highest good falls so short of His perfection.  why should i strive to obtain what i could never possess in myself when its already found in full  completion within Him. ive tried and what happened next was not a good ending. so to find my fairytale ending  i seek my Prince. or should i say he Sought me.

time to check out.

im off to read jean guyon's experiencing the depth of Christ. if you have the chance pick it up believe you me you wont regret it.

I give you an invitation : If you are thirsty, come to the living waters. Do not waste your precious time digging wells that have no water in them ( John 7:37 ; Jeremiah 2:13)

"If you are starving and can find nothing to satisfy your hunger than come. Come and you will be filled.

You who are poor, come.

You who are afflicted, come.

You who are weighted down with your load of wretchedness and your load of pain, come. You will be comforted!



You who are sick and need a physician, come. Dont hesitate because you have diseases. Come to your Lord and show Him all your diseases, and they willed be healed! Come. Dear child of God, your father has His arms of love open wide to you. Throw yourself into His arms, You who have strayed and wndered away as sheep, return to your Shepherd. You who are sinners, come to your Saviour. " -Jean Guyon