Have you ever been desperate for Heavenly Dad to speak but the words you hear Him say are so all over the place you finally throw up your hands, sigh, and say,”Is there a point to all of this?”
Humbly, I admit, that’s where I’m at. I starve for direction and clarity. I beg for a highlighted map with pinpointed destination. I plead for His meat and potatoes to feed my starving soul, but He seems to hand me individual, premeasured, food items that are anything but the expected protein and starch, along with the vague directions, “This goes in next.” Seriously?
”Heavenly Dad, what are we making here? This isn’t the Father/daughter banquet I envisioned.”
His response? “…and then this,” as another mystery ingredient is handed to me.
”What the…?” I dump it in, not recognizing it but, using my imaginary mental spatula, scrap every crumb into my mixing bowl called life. “Sigh.”
What does that actually look like in “real time?” Usually, when Heavenly Dad and I chat it’s based off of a particular Bible passage that He makes come alive, as if the story emerges from the pages of His book and my eyes follow the truth from beginning to end like a moving picture of old. Lately, though, no one passage spills off of the page. It’s been one scripture here and another there, at different times and over a couple of days. Lucky you as you sit on the sidelines as I try to understand what He’s saying to me. I quiet myself, grab my phone, and put all of His notes into the outline only He could design:
Iaaiah 49:16 talks about “I have engraved you in the palms of my hands,” and the Daily Bread painted a word picture when they described,”the nail, backed by the hammer.” Wow… . The ability, strength and purpose of a nail will never be realized until the force, strike and pressure from the hammer. Without the hammer the nail is a useless sliver of steel destined for the salvage yard.
1 Kings 19:11-12 ”11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.”
This love note from my Father was a gentle reminder that He doesn’t have to produce an earthquake or strike me with lightning to get my attention or punish me. If I obey and stand still I’ll feel His presence with the breeze as He whispers the message He has for me into my heart. Coming clean here, when I do screw up, disappointing myself and Heavenly Dad, I WISH He would strike me with lightning. In my head I think,”How the heck can/why would the Creator of All put up with someone so flawed and lacking in self discipline?” That’s when the whisper is the loudest as He leans in with the words,”My precious child, I gave my beloved son so you could be with me in paradise. I will love you forever and always and that is not going to change. You are forgiven, now forgive yourself.”
Romans 6:6-7 “For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin—because anyone who has died has been set free from sin.”
Hmmm, that last verse was one of my random verses from the other day but is directly related to HD’s whisper to my heart. I am not who I once was. My mind and negative thoughts are not from Him, I have been set free from those with His sacrifice on the cross. Though not perfect, I am a new creation.
Let’s try this verse from the other day:
John 8:32 “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
This word from Dad, using Shauna Schutte, was explaining that the opposite of the freedom of truth is the bondage of sin. Wowsers. I THINK I’m free when I “do my own thing,” not checking the Guide Book from Heavenly Dad, but the aftermath (consequences of that choice) can linger, be a nuise around my neck, causing bondage/baggage I choose to carry because I don’t feel like I “deserve”to be forgiven.
All for these random verses that seem unrelated at/in the individual segments of time with my Heavenly Dad seem like they have a pretty straightforward message for me when I put them down on paper.
This smorgasbord Heavenly Dad had planned: were these “ingredients” supposed to be mashed into one meaning like a casserole or served individually like a buffet, each idea/flavor to be pondered individually? I’ll let you decide.
Until Next time: Blessings!