Sunday's Vision
It was one of those flesh-eating mornings. You know, that morning that goes against the flow of all organizational sense. Although I was not late getting out of the gate, Ben was ill and I decided not to push his headachy body into the shower and force the issue. Undone dishes cried out for my attention while I defrosted the freezer to make room for the yearly half of beef. Orphaned lawn furniture sat negtlected around the yard. Even the kiddie pool moped in silent loneliness. Dan was already at church, practicing with the worship team. Praying my way there, I narrowly missed being shoved into a cop car on a misison by a cowboy riding my bumper in his F350. Shouldn't cowboys be riding horses instead of bumpers?
I walked into the intercession room without the usual shroud of anointing that is enjoyed and began to fight my way into His presence for direction on what was needed for the service. It seemed as if everyone else was fighting for His presence as well, because it got really quiet except for the background worship music pushing its zesty agenda upon the atmosphere. This did not appear to be the right climate for God to talk. But God...
Instantly, an image appeared. I was in a fabric shop halfway around the world, shopping for just the right fabric for the bridal attire for the Bride of Christ. A man was showing me tubes of shimmery, gossamer silks, all SO elegant and romantic, but nothing hit my spirit as the right choice. So, I asked the Lord - what would please the Bridegroom? Which fabric would He want to see on His Bride? Where do I look for this fabric?His answer was brief, yet weighty. LOOK WITHIN. Huh?? What do I have within that is graceful enough for His beautiful bride? Of course, it is not me, but the Holy Spirit within that is the source. Again I asked, what fabric?HUMILITY; a humble heart and a contrite spirit. Suddenly, my sensual picture of the bridal array shifted. Now, I saw a woman in a stately bright-white heavy linen gown with the shiniest of gold embroidery emblazoning the sleeves, hemline and bodice. Instead of a wispy veil of fine netting, her head was adorned with the mitre of a priest, also bright white with a bit of gold embellishment. Cross-legged on the floor, my spiritual eyes gazed in amazement at the purity and regal authority of this impressive bride. She seemed to ooze with an empowerment, but comfortably held herself in pose, well-trained to move only on command (I did not see that until later while rehashing the picture). For all I know, she was in combat boots!
So, now there was another dilemma - to share or not to share. The silence in the room was deafening, but I was not willing to break it with a non-prayer format, so I waited for another push from the Lord. Apparently, He was expecting this, because the confirmation came over and over as another voice pierced the room with a scripture reading and his revelation on the character of the Bride. Another voice shared a dream that she was given and a similar theme emerged. It was His good pleasure to use us all and connect the dots. How God must chuckle when He presents a message on humility and we all struggle to deliver it.
Doesn't it feel wonderful when the wind blows upon our flesh!
I walked into the intercession room without the usual shroud of anointing that is enjoyed and began to fight my way into His presence for direction on what was needed for the service. It seemed as if everyone else was fighting for His presence as well, because it got really quiet except for the background worship music pushing its zesty agenda upon the atmosphere. This did not appear to be the right climate for God to talk. But God...
Instantly, an image appeared. I was in a fabric shop halfway around the world, shopping for just the right fabric for the bridal attire for the Bride of Christ. A man was showing me tubes of shimmery, gossamer silks, all SO elegant and romantic, but nothing hit my spirit as the right choice. So, I asked the Lord - what would please the Bridegroom? Which fabric would He want to see on His Bride? Where do I look for this fabric?His answer was brief, yet weighty. LOOK WITHIN. Huh?? What do I have within that is graceful enough for His beautiful bride? Of course, it is not me, but the Holy Spirit within that is the source. Again I asked, what fabric?HUMILITY; a humble heart and a contrite spirit. Suddenly, my sensual picture of the bridal array shifted. Now, I saw a woman in a stately bright-white heavy linen gown with the shiniest of gold embroidery emblazoning the sleeves, hemline and bodice. Instead of a wispy veil of fine netting, her head was adorned with the mitre of a priest, also bright white with a bit of gold embellishment. Cross-legged on the floor, my spiritual eyes gazed in amazement at the purity and regal authority of this impressive bride. She seemed to ooze with an empowerment, but comfortably held herself in pose, well-trained to move only on command (I did not see that until later while rehashing the picture). For all I know, she was in combat boots!
So, now there was another dilemma - to share or not to share. The silence in the room was deafening, but I was not willing to break it with a non-prayer format, so I waited for another push from the Lord. Apparently, He was expecting this, because the confirmation came over and over as another voice pierced the room with a scripture reading and his revelation on the character of the Bride. Another voice shared a dream that she was given and a similar theme emerged. It was His good pleasure to use us all and connect the dots. How God must chuckle when He presents a message on humility and we all struggle to deliver it.
Doesn't it feel wonderful when the wind blows upon our flesh!
posted by Fencemender | 7:57 AM
1 Comments:
Humility. Seems like a lesson that keeps coming at us, but we're too busy trying to push our agendas to listen. I am in awe this week of God's timing, and only a little nervous about where it will lead. Status quo is leaving. We will miss it sometimes, but never enough to want it back.
I've seen that bride before in my prayer times. She is, as scripture says, clothed in the righteous acts of the saints. Let's see that her clothing is pure, beautiful, and ample, so that the Husband is pleased, honored, and glorified when she looks up into His face.
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