It’s true that exposure is our friend, but its strength is drained if there is no will to change.
Jehovah points things out for a reason, but He won’t wrestle you to the ground to change your ways.
Our God needs a willing heart.
Do you fear exposure? Are you too deep a companion of pride? It’s a cruel taskmaster, you know. It’s an enemy, an accuser, and an executioner.
How do you escape such bondage?
Be willing to change.
Ask the Lord to show you how. Ask Him to cover you in His Cloak of Humility and forgive your fearful, proud, resistant heart.
He will… and then exposure can be your friend. Change – when powered by Jesus – will open the door to freedom in your life as you’re transformed to Christ’s image, just like Father God planned…
… but only if you’re willing to change.
Our God needs a willing heart.
The simpler things of life are so attractive to me! I was thinking at length about how God is so simple in His approach to loving us; of course, He has to be, hasn’t He? Because, it’s us!
He puts us in the palm of His hand and lifts us up out of the trouble of this world; separate and set apart – that means “holy”. He looks at us standing gratefully in His enormous palm and His eyes well with tears… for He loves us with such adoring, unfading love He can barely contain it.
Actually, He pours it lovingly upon us as we are able to receive and digest – He doesn’t want to keep it to Himself. Everything of Himself He pours into that tender, gentle hand because we are standing in it…
It’s as simple as that with God. He loves us with all-consuming, immersing, unfailing love and He wants it to take on life within us. He wants us to “be” Love, even as He is Love and we are created in His image and likeness.
Why did He decide to share? And why with “dust”?
This is the kind of God we’re dealing with – something… someone never encountered before, but someone we should run after… pursue desperately, with all our might and with every breath of life and love in us.
This is our Amazing God. He is drawn to our humility and the simpler things of life. He is to be preferred and desired above all other offerings in the complicated sphere of humanity. He is the sunrise of my heart and the pulse of all the life in me; the Initiator of every good thing, and I need nothing more than His unabashed love for me.
Bleed on me, O, Blood of God! Breathe in me Your breath until I am healed forevermore; for nothing else do I need!
Must it always be about sex and physical things? Why is the heart so boring? (Boring to you, not to me.) Why must this be?
Can you lift your mind from your crotch for a moment, and try to think of true life? Do I exist if I’m not sexual? Do I exist if I just want to sing?
My heart cries out to know you as a man and not as an extension of my vagina. To me, it’s no longer that special because, as my mother said to me, “Anyone can get a wet b’hind!”
Yes, sex is pleasurable, but it’s dreadfully temporal; I want to explore what lasts.
I want to examine your heart from moment to moment and learn truly why you think you’re on earth. I want to ponder and plan and touch without bedding you; I want to believe you truly want me and not only my “female offerings”. I’m your woman, know my heart! YOU fascinate me… does my smile bring you JOY?
Or am I trapped between the bed sheets, begging you to understand that I can give you more?