What I tell you now in the darkness, shout abroad when daybreak comes. What I whisper in your ears, shout from the housetops for all to hear! Matt. 10:27
In the quite corners of my mind –
I HEAR THINGS.
Things that JUMP out at me.
Things that grab me by my heart strings and pick out a note that resonates in my spirit – like a word – a healing balm - for my current season or circumstance.
Over and over it plays out in my head – so much so, that when I hear the same verbiage spoken a second or third time - within hours or days – even weeks…
I TAKE NOTICE
I am extremely watchful and alert.
The Lord has created me this way on purpose for a specific purpose.
I am...HIS CREATED VESSEL – HIS RECEPTACLE – HIS PRIDE and JOY – HIS OFFSPRING.
I AM CREATED TO HEAR THINGS
IT IS HIS PLEASURE TO COMMUNICATE THESE THINGS TO ME IN SUCH A WAY THAT CAUSES ME TO SEEK MORE...
MORE OF HIS UNDERSTANDING – HIS WISDOM – HIS TRUTH – HIS INFALLIBLE LOVE FOR ME AND ALL MANKIND...
That I might be filled to the brim with MORE OF HIM!
I’m always processing in the inner resources of my mind – things that the Holy Spirit quickens my spirit to hear. Always listening - Always hearing - Always reflecting. My mind is never void or idle – it is VIGILANT - full of expectancy and wonder.
I HEAR THINGS
I HEAR THINGS that go bump in the night too.
I’ve been a ‘vigilant’ sleeper – most of my life – even to the point of being fearful to give up my senses for sleep.
I’m not a ‘WATCHMAN’ because of my childhood fears or experiences - although the enemy would love to deceive me into his way of thinking – to keep me tethered to his LIE.
I’m not a ‘WATCHMAN’ because God had no other opening at the time.
I’m not a ‘WATCHMAN’ because someone else declined HIS chosen position.
I’m not a ‘WATCHMAN’ because He needed to teach me to listen – or teach me a lesson.
I’M A WATCHMAN BECAUSE GOD – THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS IN HEAVEN AND ON EARTH - CREATED ME TO BE HIS ‘WATCHMAN’ – HIS WARRIOR BRIDE IN BOOTS!
TO BE A RECEPTACLE – A VESSEL – to receive HIS VISIONS – DREAMS – WORDS of HOPE and HEALING – for INSTRUCTION and WARNING…
THAT I MIGHT BE STIRRED WITHIN - TO A DEFINING DEPTH – THAT CANNOT BE CONTAINED OR LIMITED TO ONE LITTLE VESSEL. BY ITS VERY NATURE – IT MUST BE SHARED.
Thus, the title of my blog – God picked my blog’s name years before I even knew of blogging. He picked it when I ‘HEARD’ someone quote Sister Teresa as saying…..
“I am like a pencil in God’s hand. He does the writing. The pencil has nothing to do with it.”
I HEAR His voice through songs and sounds
Since childhood, I have this chorus stirring in my spirit. It just bubbles and stirs until it finds its way into the resources of my mind and then bubbles forth in song. It goes like this…
It’s bubbling. It’s bubbling. It’s bubbling in my soul. There’s singing and shouting since JESUS made me whole. Folks don’t understand it. Nor can I keep it quite. It’s bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling – bubbling day and night.
REMEMBER that children’s song? I’ve taught it to my grand kids because kids don’t sing it anymore. It’s not being ‘passed down’ through the generations. It’s LOST except in the resources of the minds who’ve been taught to HEAR.
Do you HEAR THINGS?
Do you ponder what you hear?
Do you let the Lord have HIS WAY with your ears?
Do you hear with just your ears – or do you hear also with your ‘spiritual receptors’ – tuned into the Holy Spirit’s still small voice?
I haven’t always understood the workings of these ‘spiritual receptors’ – but they’ve been active in my life for as long as I can remember.
BECAUSE GOD MADE ME THAT WAY ON PURPOSE FOR A SPECIFIC PURPOSE.
I am HIS ‘WATCHMAN’...HIS WARRIOR BRIDE in boots.
I HEAR THINGS!
I HEAR THE VOICE OF GOD sometimes in dreams – sometimes in visions – sometimes through the nudge of the Holy Spirit – sometimes in an audible ‘knock’ – or a voice calling out my name in the peaceful early morning hour - or a ‘ring’ on my cell phone from an unpublished number at a precise moment in time. Sometimes, the state of the originating call - or the city – becomes a revelation. God is an amazing communicator!
I HEAR THE VOICE OF GOD …when I walk by my kitchen window and SEE the strangest thing happening in my bird feeder. I retrieve my cell phone from the back room and find that this small bird is still in this strange position. A closer look tells me his wing is caught under the center of the feeder. He was stuck!
Stretching to retrieve seed from the center, as there was none in the outer trough, trapped his right wing completely. His body was plastered to the side wall of the feeder – wing shoulder caught on the rim above the small opening.
I didn’t know what to do. If I open the door to try and set him free, he’ll injure himself by struggling to get away from me – from his perspective – he was ‘prey’ and I was ‘predator’.
I hesitated while pondering this scenario before me. I was afraid to help because the closer I got – the more anxious he became. I didn’t want to bring him more pain or risk injury.
I HEARD a small voice behind me saying “try...you might be surprised”. There was no one behind me.
Proceeding through the door quietly, I rounded the corner of the bay window where he was. Surprised that he was still there, I move closer, respectful of his heightened fear of me.
I heard the same small voice behind me saying, “you must try...talk in soft tones. Move ever so slowly.” Again, there was no one behind me.
As I moved closer, the bird flapped and flapped to free himself …from me. I could not bear to move one more step closer. I paused and just spoke softly to this small helpless creature...as the small voice spoke unto me,
“ just step right up there - place both hands around him and hold him steady, as you free the wedged wing.” Again, there was no one behind me.
Encouraged – I could vision - by now - the Holy Spirit’s view of things. I could SEE my hands around this creature. So I stepped close enough to reach. He did not relinquish his fight to be free...of me. But with my hands clasped around him, and my voice ever so soft – I managed to free his trapped wing.
As I held him in my hand...I felt his fear...of me. His tiny heart pumped hard against my hand. For some reason, I felt the need to ‘bond’ with this small creature – helpless – powerless – but now FREE.
Continuing to speak in soft tones, I stroked his head feathers ever so lightly…and spoke these reassuring words –
“Do not be afraid...the Heavenly Father knows the number of feathers on your head…not a single sparrow falls to the ground without His WATCHFUL eye.” (he happened to be a sparrow ) “The Heavenly Father knows your fear. Do not be afraid. I will not harm you.”
Within seconds, he settled in my hand. His heart rate dropped and I could feel a peace that passeth all understanding – in that moment. It was a moment I could have missed - had I not had eyes to SEE and ears to HEAR.
A jubilant voice behind me said “ take his picture…I want you to remember the beauty of being ‘HELD’... without fear...without walls that separate...without preconceived notions or understandings. SAFE in the everlasting arms of JESUS”
I HEAR THINGS
Remember….I had went to the back room to get my cell phone just prior to the Holy Spirit’s step by step instructions. Come to think of it, I HEARD that small voice say… “get your camera.”
I HEAR THINGS
I HEAR THE VOICE OF GOD
and as a ‘WATCHMAN’…
I SEE THINGS TOO
Ears to hear and eyes to see--both are gifts from the LORD. Prov 20:12
I AM HIS and HE IS MINE
HIS WARRIOR BRIDE