Friday, April 25, 2014

To Sustain With His Word~

4:02 am

My husband shakes nudges me awake.

"It's Sally.  Listen.  She must need to go out."

I leap out of bed and stumble my way through the dark hallway leading to our living room and our overzealous pooch.

With tail wagging, she is wide-awake and more than ready to venture out into the cool morning air.
I slide back the patio door and she bolts out into the dark.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I wander into the kitchen.  5:30 is too far away, so I cancel the "automatic turn on time" on my coffeemaker, and press the "on" button. As the drip, drip, drip of  coffee begins to fill my cup, I resolve in my heart to make the most of this much-earlier-than-anticipated start to my day.

Coffee in hand, I settle in to my old familiar spot on the sofa.  I power up my laptop, and then I sit. 




And God, as usual and always, is faithful to speak.

Flipping through the pages of His Word, my eyes stumble upon are guided to these words found in Isaiah.
The Lord GOD has given me
the tongue of those who are taught,
that I may know how to sustain with a word
him who is weary.
Morning by morning he awakens;
he awakens my ear
to hear as those who are taught. 
Isaiah 50:4, ESV
As I place my fingers on the keyboard,  I realize more deeply than ever, this call upon my life. 

This space . . .Heartprints of God,

Corona Standard typewriter keys, c.1939
{Photo Credit}

this desire . . .to write what is in my heart,

this putting words on paper,

it is more than me sharing my love of God
and my love of words with the world.

It is my mission.

It is my calling.

It is my God-given honor

       to be awakened at 4:02,

       to meet with my Lord in the quiet of the early hours of a brand new day,

       to hear His voice, and be led by His Spirit, and partake of His Holy Word

 so that I might, in turn, be used of Him
        to sustain with a word those who are weary,

        to hear as those who are taught and then to share with those who will listen.

This moment, it is sacred.

These words,

they.     are.      holy.

In humility and utter amazement, I bow my head and pray-

Thank you, Father God.
Thank you, that when my heart longs to meet with You,
You are always faithful to meet me back.

Give me the tongue of those who are taught,
that I may know how to sustain with a word those who are weary.
Give me the words of life, Your words,
that I might, through Your Spirit,
lift up,
and bring hope.

Father God,
I pray You will take
this space . . .Heartprints of God,
this desire . . .to write what is in my heart,
this longing . . . to share Your heartprints with others,
and use it to Your glory and Your honor.

Use me, Father,
I am here.
I am Yours.
I long to answer Your call.
I desire to fulfill Your mission. 

Morning by morning awaken me;
awaken my ear to hear as those who are taught,
that I might speak as those who have been in Your presence.
In the precious name of your Son, Jesus, Amen~♥

 (This weekend, I am speaking at my first-ever women's retreat.  This morning, as I was spending time with the Lord, He reminded me of this post from 2012.  As I stand before this precious group of ladies, surrounded by pine trees and the majesty of mountain peaks, will you please pray for me?  Pray that, indeed, my words will be HIS words, that hearts will see anew and afresh the love of our Heavenly Father, that no one will leave the way  they came, but that each and everyone of us will be forever be changed for having met with our Lord, in this place, at this time, together.  Thank you.)

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