I am the Lord your God, who brought you up out of Egypt. Open wide your mouth and I will fill it. “But my people would not listen to me; Israel would not submit to me. So I gave them over to their stubborn hearts to follow their own devices. Psalm 81:10-12 NIV
Our Request: Father God, please forgive us for rejecting Your ways. Forgive us for believing that we know better about what is best for our life than You do. Our hearts are so consumed with our own joy and pain that there is little room to include looking to Your hands for help let alone the smile of Your face. Our ears have grown dull of hearing so that we can not distinguish the whisper of Your voice from our own corrupt thinking.
You said You would take out the stony heart and replace it with a heart of flesh, yet our hearts feel callous and cold from choosing our own way too many times. Please don’t leave us here! Please help us reject the taste of the fruit of following our own devices. Be kind to us, not because we have done anything to deserve it, but because Your mercy is great. Help us to be desperate for You and not our own folly.
The Father Responds: O My child! How I cautioned you not to throw your seeds in the direction of your own way of choosing. Those seeds grow among weeds and thorns that make your path so very uncomfortable. Some of the fruit will taste very bitter that you eat along your path. I very much wanted you to experience life differently.
When My Son entered the world, I was revealing My heart for you. He lived among the briars and thorns. He ate your fruit of bitterness, rejections, anger, hatred, greed, fear, betrayal, rejection, pain and death. He walked where you are walking. I do the same for you today.
My Spirit is already knocking on the door of your heart. I am not afraid to come to you at the moment that your turn. Like the prodigal’s father, I run to meet My children on the road back home.
I bring peace that remains on the wearisome road that you walk. I light your path with hope in which you only see a dark future. Our communion together is filled with the fragrance of joy as we experience the smiles of mutual admiration of belonging.
A broken and contrite heart I will not deny. I always forgive the confession of the heart that is yearning for mercy. Though you are steeped in the mire of your own dung, I will reach in to pull you out to give you a firm place to stand. You can not sink so low, that My arm is unable to reach you.
There is none righteous, no not one, yet My love for you moves Me toward your direction. The tug in your heart is from My Spirit. The acceptance, which you hope is real, is a gift freely given from My Son. That gentle voice of love which is whispering to your spirit at this moment, is Mine.
Whispers from Your Father, God