“I have wrapped my heart into yours!
Forgive my failures as a young man,
and overlook the sins of my immaturity.
Give me grace, Lord, and always look at me
through your eyes of love -“
Psalm 25:5-7, Passion
“…on thee do I wait all the day.”
Waiting on God is not passive, inactive, or powerless. The word translated wait can equally be translated, ‘to entwine or wrap tightly together.” The picture is one of two lives so tightly entwined you cannot pull them apart. A holding on like life depended on it. Because it does. It is the picture of the branch, utterly dependent on the vine for its life-giving flow.
“I am the Vine,” Jesus said, “and you are the branches.”
Bearing fruit grows out of intimate communion with the life-giver. Every good gift and every perfect gift flows and floods from His heart to ours, pushes through the thin veil between realms and manifests here in creative works of service and devotion. But the flow of life bubbles from the heart of our lover. Our Saviour. Our Lord and our God. Jesus Christ.
I am not ashamed to say I can do nothing without Him. He is indeed my all in all.
In my youthful zeal, I thought differently. I learned to lean on my abilities and my intelligence. I relied on my strength and my talents. I pursued many good things from a heart of ambition. Only to discover that mixed motives and ministry don’t mix well. Many a bruised life lies beside the road having fallen prey to ambitious men, climbing ladders and seeking glory.
But here we are, older and little wiser. Choosing Him, whatever he chooses. No more pushing for my way. No more fretting about position or title. No anxious pursuit of accolades that are empty of substance, and fleeting as the moment’s breath.
What I want is Jesus, and Jesus alone.
Don’t Be Bound To Your Past Mistakes
Sometimes we tie ourselves to yesterday’s mistakes. We define ourselves by the failings of the years.
But Papa is not doing any such thing.
“He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.” (Micah 7:19 KJV)
How wonderful to know that He does not count our sins against us. He is not counting sins like beans and storing them for the day of reckoning. Instead, he stores the tears 😭 we shed when we turn our hearts afresh to His throne of grace. He is loving, kind, compassionate and full of mercy.
His eyes are not narrow, but wide with the wonder of a father with His child.
No condemnation is levied against your spirit. You are free to run into your Father’s arms and drink in His warm embrace.
Yesterday is gone. Today, God’s mercies are new. 👏🏻
“Daddy, I am coming afresh with a heart humbled by your great love. My heart belongs to you and I wrap myself around you, entwine myself to your faithfulness. From your heart, the Vine of which I am a branch, forgiveness flows and cleanses me of all discouragement and shame. I am washed of disappointment and selfish disgust and made new in your loving presence. Papa, thank you for Jesus. Thank you that He took all of my sins and presumption upon Himself, hanging it to the cross and bleeding out my transgressions. I am free to approach you without fear or condemnation, all because of Jesus. Thank you for your love, Lord. Thank you for your perfect holiness, and the pathways of grace you have established for me to walk on, straight into your lap. I shed this façade of maturity, the idea that I have it all together, and fall happily into childish trust for your provision and your protection. My past does not define me, my future is certain, and my present is right here, right now, in your presence.”
“My child, I am the God of time. I was there at the beginning (I still AM) and I will be there long after what you might call the end. Truth be told, I AM present. In every moment, my being fills the atmosphere. I see all, I know all, and all I have in my heart for you is love. My wrath was turned away at the cross. My Son took all of the anger and all of the darkness, swallowing it forever into his sacrifice. Nothing stands between you and me. We are one. Entwined in love. Called together to creative endeavours. Your youthful mistakes and wilful sins were washed away. As the life drained from my Son, so the judgment you would have faced drained away with Him, never to be raised again. Judgment is buried forever. But death could not hold My Son. Life cannot be holden of death. He burst the chains of time, and eternity opened it’s doors for you to step boldly through. Come inside, my little one, and warm yourself in my affections. I love you. You are mine, and when I look at you I see only the preciousness of the price that was paid to bring us together again. A price we were willing to pay because you are so very valuable.”