I had stepped back in. Just right there. Unbeknownst to me, just yesterday. Stepped back in, plunged head long into the wilderness, I did.
I had not seen this one coming.
I was amongst the wild limbs, yet again, being jostled through the jungle. Before I even knew what had happened.
Stepped right into this one, I did.
This morning, after a few quiet moments of prayer, in the dark of the day, he said — "You need to listen to the Nature of God."
I said nothing, held my tongue. But, truth be told — I had no desire to hear much of His nature, not today — not stepping about in the wild wilderness. Again.
But, I did listen — to Your Nature and to Your Voice — even here in this wild wilderness, I did hear.
Hosea 2:14-15
"Therefore, behold, I will allure her,
Will bring her into the wilderness,
And speak comfort to her.
I will give her vineyards from here,
And a valley of Achor as a door of hope;
She shall sing there,
As in the days of her youth,
As in the day when she came up from the land of Egypt."
You have called me, allured me, enticed me into this place — this wild place.
But, before I heard Your voice this morning, my flesh had lied a telling lie — my flesh and the liar (the liar of mankind) had said — baited and trapped, deceived and betrayed into this place again. This wild wilderness.
But, now I hear Your Nature, Your Voice — it is never baiting, nor betraying — it is always your better. Better path, better way, better journey.
Hear me here, please. We so often, so deeply listen to the lies that His alluring is a betrayal. We find ourselves wandering wild in this wilderness and we feel betrayed, abandoned. His alluring can appear as abandonment. And our ever orphaned lying flesh feels — lost, left, our flesh feels forgotten. And enemy of our soul, master deceiver of mankind — lies, lies, lies. And twists Heavenly Father's gentle leading into a torrid web of lies. If you find yourself wandering wild in the wilderness throw every ounce of strength you have into silencing your flesh and the enemy of us all. And I do tell you, promise you — He is speaking Comfort to you — just beyond the lying voices lies a land of lovely Comfort. Just there — in that wild wilderness, just beyond the lies of abandonment and into the land of His lovely allurement.
Alluring you into His spoken Comfort. (vs 14)
And to those who wander wild, we do so rightly know how deeply we crave His Comfort.
And yet, enemy of soul knows that soul's crave for Comfort, so he cries afoul with this alluring and twists it into abandonment.
We must not listen. Those of us who wander wild. For it is just right there — Heavenly Comfort. Just there, right there. Beyond the lies.
And on this great, green earth what could we need more then that Heavenly Comfort?
And this Comfort, Spoken Comfort. Word become Flesh and Flesh holds us in an eternal Embrace. Spoken Comfort. Word become Flesh. And Flesh walks the road with those of us wandering wild in the wilderness. Comforting Word walks as Flesh in this wild wilderness. With. Us. With. Me. (John 1:14)
For I do know this telling truth, this timely tale that when toes touch wild wilderness and you are alone. Alone. So. Very. Alone.
The wild wilderness can not be traveled in twos, can not be tread in tandem. No, you fall in head long — all alone. The wilderness is a solitary sojourning. Oh, don't I know, the aloneness of the road.
And just then, just the other day when I tumbled into this place — I had forgotten, forgotten the aloneness of the road. No man can traverse this terrain with me — it is an intended sojourning as a solitary soul. Oh, and I had forgotten. No man. Can. Walk. This. With. Me.
Only Word became Flesh. Spoken Comfort Word can walk this way with me. And I do re-remember now — it is as He intended it to be. This wild wilderness — just Spoken Comfort and me.
So, dear friends, if you find yourself wandering wild, wandering solitary. Stop stumbling. Stop grumbling. Close your eyes. Hold your hands out — He is coming, making His way, just there — Spoken Comfort. Word became Flesh coming to you in Comfort as you have never known. Selah.
Selah. Know. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Spoken Comfort — Word became Flesh. Coming to you. In this wild wilderness He has allured you into so He can Comfort you. Commune with you. Be with you. Abide with you. Only you. You and He alone. In this beautifully wild wilderness.
Selah. Think of that.
And to hear this Nature of God spoken far beautifully then I could ever dream of writing it ~
Nature of God by Graham Cooke and Ruth Fazal
I had not seen this one coming.
I was amongst the wild limbs, yet again, being jostled through the jungle. Before I even knew what had happened.
Stepped right into this one, I did.
This morning, after a few quiet moments of prayer, in the dark of the day, he said — "You need to listen to the Nature of God."
I said nothing, held my tongue. But, truth be told — I had no desire to hear much of His nature, not today — not stepping about in the wild wilderness. Again.
But, I did listen — to Your Nature and to Your Voice — even here in this wild wilderness, I did hear.
Hosea 2:14-15
"Therefore, behold, I will allure her,
Will bring her into the wilderness,
And speak comfort to her.
I will give her vineyards from here,
And a valley of Achor as a door of hope;
She shall sing there,
As in the days of her youth,
As in the day when she came up from the land of Egypt."
You have called me, allured me, enticed me into this place — this wild place.
But, before I heard Your voice this morning, my flesh had lied a telling lie — my flesh and the liar (the liar of mankind) had said — baited and trapped, deceived and betrayed into this place again. This wild wilderness.
But, now I hear Your Nature, Your Voice — it is never baiting, nor betraying — it is always your better. Better path, better way, better journey.
Hear me here, please. We so often, so deeply listen to the lies that His alluring is a betrayal. We find ourselves wandering wild in this wilderness and we feel betrayed, abandoned. His alluring can appear as abandonment. And our ever orphaned lying flesh feels — lost, left, our flesh feels forgotten. And enemy of our soul, master deceiver of mankind — lies, lies, lies. And twists Heavenly Father's gentle leading into a torrid web of lies. If you find yourself wandering wild in the wilderness throw every ounce of strength you have into silencing your flesh and the enemy of us all. And I do tell you, promise you — He is speaking Comfort to you — just beyond the lying voices lies a land of lovely Comfort. Just there — in that wild wilderness, just beyond the lies of abandonment and into the land of His lovely allurement.
Alluring you into His spoken Comfort. (vs 14)
And to those who wander wild, we do so rightly know how deeply we crave His Comfort.
And yet, enemy of soul knows that soul's crave for Comfort, so he cries afoul with this alluring and twists it into abandonment.
We must not listen. Those of us who wander wild. For it is just right there — Heavenly Comfort. Just there, right there. Beyond the lies.
And on this great, green earth what could we need more then that Heavenly Comfort?
And this Comfort, Spoken Comfort. Word become Flesh and Flesh holds us in an eternal Embrace. Spoken Comfort. Word become Flesh. And Flesh walks the road with those of us wandering wild in the wilderness. Comforting Word walks as Flesh in this wild wilderness. With. Us. With. Me. (John 1:14)
For I do know this telling truth, this timely tale that when toes touch wild wilderness and you are alone. Alone. So. Very. Alone.
The wild wilderness can not be traveled in twos, can not be tread in tandem. No, you fall in head long — all alone. The wilderness is a solitary sojourning. Oh, don't I know, the aloneness of the road.
And just then, just the other day when I tumbled into this place — I had forgotten, forgotten the aloneness of the road. No man can traverse this terrain with me — it is an intended sojourning as a solitary soul. Oh, and I had forgotten. No man. Can. Walk. This. With. Me.
Only Word became Flesh. Spoken Comfort Word can walk this way with me. And I do re-remember now — it is as He intended it to be. This wild wilderness — just Spoken Comfort and me.
So, dear friends, if you find yourself wandering wild, wandering solitary. Stop stumbling. Stop grumbling. Close your eyes. Hold your hands out — He is coming, making His way, just there — Spoken Comfort. Word became Flesh coming to you in Comfort as you have never known. Selah.
Selah. Know. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Spoken Comfort — Word became Flesh. Coming to you. In this wild wilderness He has allured you into so He can Comfort you. Commune with you. Be with you. Abide with you. Only you. You and He alone. In this beautifully wild wilderness.
Selah. Think of that.
And to hear this Nature of God spoken far beautifully then I could ever dream of writing it ~
Nature of God by Graham Cooke and Ruth Fazal
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