Friday, April 3, 2009

God's Glove

As I was sitting in ZHOP this morning the Lord was really bringing revelation on my purpose. I really don't want to be wrapped up in "my calling" like I have been. I am much more focused on His Kingdom these days. But while sitting in the prayer room I was impacted on a little deeper level, the reality of my purpose. My Design. I am created for one thing alone. It's like a car trying figure out what it is supposed to do. It's simple. A car is for me to drive. Then the simplicity of my design donned on me. I'm simply for Him to drive, to use that analogy. For God to take control and move in the earth. Any other thing I get caught up in is rediculous from heaven's perspective. Like a car trying to figure out what else there is to life.
What I'm not trying to imply is somehow that we walk around like robots and ignore responsibility. No! The Lord gives favor to those who handle what God has given them with holy fear and yield return. (Matt 25:14-30) But what I am saying is that, God wants to put us on. It says in Judges 6:34 "The Spirit of the Lord clothed Gideon", which more properly translates, "the Spirit of the Lord put Gideon on like a glove". (Thanks Bill Johnson).
I try to figure out so many things. But in reality, what really matters, is being a vessel. Holy Spirit, the very deep of God dwelling in the deep of man.
What I love is that this subject is never new, but is something that always blows me away. I remember reading "Reese Howells Intercessor", and the Lord challenging me in the part of his story where Holy Spirit asks to take complete control of Reese Howells' life. The depth that Reese took that at impacted me so much. He wrestled with it greatly until the Lord required the answer. He understood that this decision meant he lost all rights unto God.
I truly am not there. I wish I was. Wish I could say I don't have control. But I am happy to say that I am submitting myself more and more. And am finding increasing depth in life when He takes a little deeper place in my heart.

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