And so we're constantly casting off the slumbering beast of dullness and apathy as we grope for His heart, and cry "My God, my God, speak to your people!"
Even seasons of marriage must endure their allotted time before the next one enters in but faithfully, they come. And drawn deeper into the cords, we go as we hope in the goodness.
Like a tree established near living waters, we want only to drink. And so we march apathy up the furnace walls so it becomes soot and we're able to converse with Jesus among the flames. But we need spiritual ears for heaven's speech, our Beloved's language to us.
Where's the coal to cleanse our lips? Where's the flaming tongues that would cause every listening ear to hear His language? Where's the power to scorch our dusty fruit and pierce us with the heart of our Betrothed so it beats with his?
There must be a shaking of our foundation that's filled by the Holy Spirit to speak boldly. Where are the bold-speakers? Many times we do everything in our power to keep our foundations safe and still.
"And when they had prayed, the place where they were assembled together was shaken; and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and they spoke the word of God with boldness." Acts 4:31
Eternity has made a deposit by the Spirit. So we struggle here, eeking out our walk in this rotten skin. But there's a race to run, each day made up of decay and glory.
Hope is like the ring that reminds us of our marital vows, a sign of that we belong to another. Exposed and laid bare, the way to intimacy, means taking off the layers which clothe us. Pride, pet doctrines, human reasoning, worldly knowledge, entertainment quenching, or insert your article of clothing here.
We must come naked of ourself.
Because hope is the adornment of a wife who's making herself ready.
{severly edited} from the archives
"Let us be glad and rejoice and give Him glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and His wife has made herself ready.” Revelation 19:7
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