Monday, March 11, 2013

A Fickle Heart


Reading through the gospels, I try to press myself onto the pages - to see and taste and touch. I'm part of the crowd sitting on a hillside watching as He takes a little boy's meager lunch and feeds thousands of hungry souls.

I come, pressing through the throngs of people, to watch as He heals the lame, gives sight to the blind and frees the demon possessed. My heart thunders as, with a loud voice, He calls Lazarus from the tomb.

I listen to the parables as one whose heart is devoid of the Holy Spirit and wonder if I would have had ears to hear. With no one to explain, would I have understood?

He stands, this humble, ordinary looking man, and makes the astounding claim that He is the Son of God. I look at Him and wonder, consider all the miracles I've seen. But didn't the prophets do the same? How can it be that this poor man who doesn't even have a place to lay His head is the longed for Messiah? Would I turn and walk away when the controversy surrounding Him became too heated? Would I follow the crowd, bend over and pick up a stone? (John 8:59)

I sit in my comfortable little chair. Sunshine pours through the window and spills across the table. I am here, with my Bible, books, teachers, preachers, unlimited resources and the Holy Spirit residing deep within - and still faint shadows of doubt obscure the light. I pray; give me an undivided heart Lord. And now, as then, He reaches out in love and draws this fickle heart to Himself.

I am joining my sweet Laura today:

 


Blessings,
Linda


9 comments:

  1. Such a lovely photo coupled with your thoughts.

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  2. Oh Linda, I have often thought, "Would I have believed?" and I'm so thankful for the Word of God to show us He was the Son of God.

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  3. I wonder about the look in His eyes, and i wonder what power was felt in His presence.

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  4. Hello, beautiful lady. I love this image you give me tonight: I try to press myself onto the pages. I don't know why, but that just speaks in your voice to me. And it makes me miss you so. Sending love to you, Linda.

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  5. yes... beautifully said, linda. give me an undivided heart Lord!

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  6. oh Lord, I echo Linda's prayer tonight. keep me solely devoted to you, no matter the cost. amen.

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  7. I was just reminded this morning of his faithfulness to and overwhelming love for me, even in all my shortcomings as I, too, strive for an undivided heart!

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  8. My prayer is so, so often the same, Linda.

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  9. Your words and that image, each alone is beauty, together, beautyFull.

    Blessings.

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