I have been reading through my journals from the past year this week. A journal is an amazing thing. I realized as I was reading one particular entry this morning that I was reading my own prophetic history with the Lord. I was reading my own process... seeing the difference in me now as compared to then.
I was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. I see His faithfulness to my heart. I see His faithfulness. And it's not just reading about someone else's life, their testimony. This is mine. This is real to me.
I wish that I could shout it from the rooftops what I feel!!!
But no one can share my history with me. Just as I cannot share anothers' with them.
It is the secret joy of a life shared between lovers.
Countless whispered words only we have heard. Hundreds of sleepless nights talking...praying...weeping... Thousands of dreams shared together.
....The joy of seeing dreams that we have shared come to pass! No one can feel that but those in whom the dream is born. We delight in eachother over these....
This is my history. My precious history with Him. No one will ever know the treasure in my heart. It is my wealth in this life and in the age to come. It is the oil of intimacy. It is what will sustain me for my lifetime. This history. And it keeps on growing with each new day...
What a precious gift! RELATIONSHIP with God.
I feel like Mary.... pondering all these things in my heart. I have true treasure in this.
"I'm not afraid of the time it takes to build a history with God..."
It is beyond worth. It is the greatest treasure. I know that in the age to come, all the hidden things will be exposed.... but for now... only the pages of my journal have known the secret golden tales of this life. The promises kept. His faithfulness is revealed to me again and again.
I encourage you today.....
Take time to fill up the secret place. Share life with the One who made you for it.
Build history. Record it.
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