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Knowing God

We talked hubby and I...after my guitar lesson, where my instructor and I had talked about Jesus, about hanging on to Him, even in the face of sin and falling away.
After, Frank and I watched a You Tube ad for the Bible Experience (a new audio presentation of the whole Bible). It sounds FANTASTIC. Check it out. There are many different versions of the ad. The one that is 10 minutes and 48 seconds is the best.
Anyway...the thrust of the conversation was, do we really know God. And are we grateful for what He has done for us.
I've been reading a novel about the life of Mary Madgelene. In it the scene unfolds where Mary anoints Jesus feet with the precious ointment, spikenard. She weeps over Him and dries his feet with her long, luxurious hair, much to the disgust and shock of the leaders of the Jewish community who were present. When they confront Jesus with this, He calmly points out that a person who has been forgiven a great debt is more grateful than one forgiven only a very minor one. And she is that person, who is giving of the most precious item that she owns. He identifies that when He entered the house of Simon, His feet were not washed, nor was He given this kind of attention by His host, yet she had not stopped loving Him since He got there.
And I have to ask. Who am I? Am I the grateful wretch who has been saved, delivered, healed, forgiven, smiled upon by the very Source of all that is. Or do I stand there with folded arms, looking down my nose at the ones who humble themselves so, considering how well I am able to work these things out in my life ON MY OWN.
I guess both sometimes, but sadly more the second than the first.
I have a dear friend who is so in love with Jesus. She is Mary to me. She adores Him and serves Him and weeps over Him and loves anyone who will let her get close enough to share what He has done for her. She doesn't hold back.
I want to be like her.
I want to stop trying on my own, because He has so much more than what I am taking. It's like he's holding out a feast, and I'm taking a cracker, saying "This is enough...I can make it through".
How hopeless and futile not to reach out and grab everything we can. To answer YES?! everytime He calls, because all He has to offer is life and that more abundantly. To eat His Word as one who is ravenous, as a deer that pants over the water.
Yes Jesus, I want more, and I know that in order for that to happen I must become less....

Help me Dear Yeshua, my Savior, You are all there is, and all I want. Yet everyday, the things I shouldn't think overwhelm me and the words I shouldn't say, burst out of my lips before I have quieted myself to hear what You think, what You would have me do.

I spoke with my daughter tonight...7 years old, beautiful and precious, with lots of questions. "I have so much to teach you" I said, as we snuggled before she went to sleep. Please help me Holy Spirit to teach her well, not by my words, but with my life.

I feel such a deep awakening. So many who I speak with say the same. He is calling, readying His church, His body, His bride.

Song of Solomon 2:8-12a
The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes
Leaping upon the
Skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Behold, he stands behind
our wall.
He is looking through the
Gazing through the lattice.
My beloved spoke and said
to me;
"Rise up, my love, my fair
And come away.
For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the
The time of singing has


Belinda said…
That's beautiful Ang Cat; both what you wrote and the scripture from the Song of Songs!
Night Owl said…
sigh... I adore this article. I want to print it out to have it to look at whenever I need to. It's so precious. :) Thank you for writing it. :)
(Do you mind if I print it?)
Night Owl said…
Oh, and it's so cool that you are learning guitar! I have always wanted to be able to play guitar! :)
Angcat said…
Print away Night Owl. I'm so blessed that you are blessed. I do that too, have pieces of paper lying around with inspiration that I can pick up and feed on.
God bless you and bless you...

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