Isaiah 62:6-7
6 I have posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem;
they will never be silent day or night.
You who call on the LORD,
give yourselves no rest,
7 and give him no rest till he establishes Jerusalem
and makes her the praise of the earth.
What He builds won’t move
What’s surrendered to Him is protected by Him
What’s His is cared for by Him
What He started He will finish
Put it fully in His hands.
Psalm 39:11 Surely man is but a breath.
The Hebrew word for breath here inplies to exhale
God breathed on dust and made Adam
But a breath
God says to Jerimiah, “before 
I formed you in the womb I knew you.”
Of coarse He knew of him
But what if He knew him-knew him?
My mother-in-law tells a story about when she was a toddler, she told her mother that she was in heaven and picked her mom out saying “she looks like she needs me”
I believe her
But a breath
The harvest is plentiful
We work the harvest and vanish
The harvest is the purpose
But a breath
“I shall not give glory to another nor my praise to graven images.”- Isaiah 42:8
We are clay jars that show the goodness of God
or merely a breath
Don’t waste your breath.
"What are you still doing here?"
This frightened me when I saw it on top of the ladder at my day job. Seen it a few times in the past few years at work. But today it had the prophetic edge that shook me up.
Over lunch today I met with a local Pastor who I feel a new call to lend my services to. Just nailed down a date for a new prayer movement two days ago.
Heard a word from the Lord a few days ago that He was “putting me in a postion to have one mission and one mind.”
Had a talk with the wife and now the clock is ticking…
My eyes are on you Lord.
Today to no avail I try and imagine my life without prayer
I know without the divine guidance and partnership linear vanity would stream forth
Uncontrolled chaos like being stuck on a roller coaster that never stops
But with God all time and purpose ceases
And I seek His counsel and in some strange way He seeks mine
I rest there in the divine pause to think about all that I am and All He is
Worship happens like a rain in spring bringing forth a cool and calming perspective
Everything that seemed so hard and fast all of a sudden has a soft edge and a rounded corner
What seemed impossible has been lowered like a mountain
and the low valley of negativity has been raised by praise
I try to imagine a life without prayer and fail
Cause without it there is no life at all
Just a slow death
-Pray
“Firing clay transforms it from its humble, soft beginnings into a new substance, ceramic. Ceramics are tough, strong, and very similar in some ways to stone. Pieces of pottery have survived for thousands of years, all due to clay that met fire.”
Observation:
Saw a person on the side of the road today changing their tire like they knew what they were doing. It surprised me… I’m sure only a few minutes after I past them they were done and back on with their day.
Made me think of life.
How need to be the type of people that when atire goes flat we are equipped with the know-how and tools to safely pull off the road, change the tire, and keep movin’.
Can’t be the crying person on the side of the road with all kinds of stuff from the trunk laying all over the place.
Application:
Traumatic spiritual situations that cause great stress happen in the most inappropriate times. As an aspect of our spiritual health we need to have a consistent secret life before God and a proactive accountability network.
These two facets of our life will help us when we have trouble.
When a hectic situation happens and you have been with God in the secret place and you have been open to someone else on a deep accountable level you have someone you can call and help you back on the right track again. When you neglect that constant accountability you find yourself broken down not knowing what your going to do.
Be wise find your accountability partner… God has already put them in your life just set up a conversation and get free.
God loved people enough that He sent a part of Himself, His Son, to us[1]. This Son this God in flesh was a man who was grief-stricken[2]; all He saw broke His heart. He was weighted down with sadness and sorrow so much so that He constantly had to spend time with Father God[3]. When one of His friends died He cried in public… imagine that God
crying in public[4]. At one point He even speaks over the city in a longing hunger to give her the love she needs[5].
He loved so deeply that it caused pain and suffering before His death, and as we all know, it was His brutal death that freed us to have salvation and ultimately to have Him in our hearts[6]. So He abides in us and makes His home in us[7], yet we spend our time checking each other out, getting disgusted at how poor others are. We spend time frustrated that they could be so dumb.
Folks, I’m first in line to admit my fault here, so why not get behind me and pray what Paul longed for, to know the suffering of Jesus Christ[8].
Jesus’ heart melted like wax within Him[9]. He loved so much that it caused pain. We have those folks all around us that need that type of love. We have to step up.
So may our hearts grow and abound in love. May judgment be left to the Creator[10] and may we participate in the type of compassion that mandates suffering.
[1] John 3:16
[2] Isaiah 53:3
[3] Matthew 14:13
[4] John 11:35
[5] Luke 13:34
[6] John 17:23
[7] John 14:23
[8] Phil. 3:10
