His Way

As I see the skies and the trees from this beautiful Airbnb in Sechelt, Canada, I started thinking about God’s quiet yet powerful ways roaming in this earth. It seems He is not quite here in the natural eye, but His voice speaks volumes as I quiet down my spirit.

It’s been a difficult journey in my life lately. Although, from the outside it’s as if nothing’s changed or happening. I still wake up to the same sunlight with the same routine day to day. I prepare food in the same kitchen and spend the day as I usually do between my work and home life. I say hello to the same people, and also to new people who come into our church. Everything looks the same, yet only the Lord and I know the depth of the changes happening within me.

As I write this, I glanced at my previous post and remembered the revelation God has given me. That was the start of Him opening the door of a locked door. I thought that was the whole picture, but because of the goodness of our Father, He shows me what I could handle at that moment.

The spiritual realm is at odds with the awakening and healing at hand. Do you ever feel the war within the supernatural? The walls of my home look the same, but behind it, I feel angels fighting against the rulers of this earth.

There was one morning I strongly felt the burden of God’s word being challenged. Personally, collectively, and even nationally. The depth of His sadness and my sadness could not be separated to a point I wasn’t sure whether it was the Lord’s or mine. I gathered that it didn’t need to be acknowledged as separated but one with His heart.

I felt a waterfall suppressed within my spirit that I could not hold it in any longer. I understood then why the people of old would tear their garments and weep to the ground. There was nothing I could do but beg the Lord to come help soothe this heaviness overflowing my soul, body, and spirit. The floor became a comfort to my tears. My hands seemed to have a spirit of its own where its palms opened up the heavens. “Lord, Lord, come”, I cried. “Let Your spirit wash over my home, this city, and this nation.” My prayer has turned to beseeching, it is my emotional plea. I heard Him say softly… “Pray and anoint with oil.”

What else can I do, Father, except to obey? For only You know the power You hold.

My body is His temple and my home is His body. Has this foundation been on His word? Does it stand on solid ground? Has the pillars and walls been anointed with His kind of oil? The questions remained unanswered but when He calls, I answer.

What mankind has built, He will tear down and renew with His way. In Isaiah 34 in my reading today, the Lord has a message for the nations. It may have been just for that time, but I fully believe it is also for today.

The Lord will judge the wickedness on this earth and strip this world of its evil. It will be called the Land of Nothing and its nobles will soon be gone. Thorns will overrun its palaces; nettles and thistles still grow in its forts. The animals will come and rest here.

Search the book of the Lord, and see what He will do. Not one of these birds and animals will be missing and none will lack a mate, for the Lord has promised this. His Spirit will make it all come true.

Isaiah 35 continues that The Lord will display His glory. This news is refreshing to my tired hands and is encouraging to my weak knees. It’s as if the Lord looked deep within my heart and saw it fearful. How does He know what I need to see and read?

“Be strong and do not fear, for your God is coming to destroy your enemies. He is coming to save you.”

Whatever you reveal, Lord, I will be brave. Whatever you are healing, Lord, I will obey to Your every word. For You know what I need at the right time. For only You know the depth of the losses and injuries within my soul. You are the Healer. What once is a deserted land, You will name it the Highway of Holiness.

Amen.