This past season has been one of the most difficult yet to
endure as a Christian called to living a life of purity. About three months ago, I had a vision. I knew it was the kickoff to entering into
something completely new and unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. What I didn't know was how intense of a
battle it would be. The Lord spoke to my
heart one night as I lay on my bed. He
said, "Consecration is a lofty purpose, remembering the fall will keep you
humble." I began to study the women
of Old Testament and the mistakes they made as women seeking to live
wholeheartedly for God. I found comfort
in their stories as I realized that these mighty women of the Bible were terribly
flawed and that if God loved them, why wouldn't He love me in my own disastrous
situations?
The poem I wrote is a description
of the vision the Lord gave me. I've
kept it written in my notebook for the last three months and haven't looked
back at it or thought about the vision throughout the trial of this last season. It's not that I forgot about it, it's just
that it's been very painful because of
what has been required. I felt it was
time to move on and attempt to try and bring encouragement to some of you who
may be going through difficult trials. I
think the Lord would say that He sees you trying. Even when you fail because of your
weaknesses, keep trying, don't give up.
Because of His great mercy, He allows us to go through these trials so
that there will be nothing between us and Him.
He is looking for a pure and spotless bride and we have to be willing
to submit to the process of sanctification so that there will be no secrets on
that Day. Whatever you do, don't give
up. The only way to fail is to give up. If you don't give up, you win. Keep pressing toward the goal and remember,
even in your failures, All things work together for the good of those who love
God and are called according to His purpose.
Her enemies lie in wait for her at the gate of her will,
They bow low as the King of glory passes through, searching
for His beloved one.
He's been calling, but she's been aloof.
She's been swept away from the Spirit of God by her own pain,
The torrents of selfish pride and ambition have disposed her
into the all familiar arms of fear.
She resists the seduction of panic and anxiety but is
arrested by the words of her adversary.
It's almost too late, she's about to fall.
She cries out for her rescuer, her Savior,
It is there that they
are reunited.
He towers over her tormenters,
With His eyes full of fire and His heart consumed with vengeance,
He beckons her to war.
Wrapped tightly in His arms of love, she is persuaded by His
words;
"You are my trophy, let me put you on
display?
Let me share with you
the mysteries of my heart?
You will gain peace and bring glory to My name."
His voice speaks undeniable truth,
Trembling, her heart breathes a faint, "yes."
As she steps across the threshold, the heavens thunder.
His voice shakes her to the very core of her being,
"As I am Holy, so will you be Holy", say the One
whom her heart adores.
Her enemies gather around her in spite of Him as she is led
out into the arena of her will.
It is in this place she will embrace the crucible of
adversity,
With Him, holding her tight.
All of heaven is watching as once again, she dies to
herself.
All for the sake of Love.
Don't give up!
