I got up ready and eager for my quiet time with God. I needed a Word, a breath of fresh air, a filling of my soul. As I dug into the book of Daniel all the sudden I came across a story that had me laughing. Seriously, it was something like out of Bed-knobs and Broomsticks or even Matilda.
The King had invited 1000 nobles for a feast. They were having a par.tay! They were wining and dining when all the sudden the fingers of a human hand appeared and began writing on the wall. You can’t make this stuff up. Check it out in Daniel 5.
Of course, the King can’t solve the written riddle on the wall. He longs for others to solve it. The Queen suggests they get Daniel and the story continues. But my mind was back at the finger writing on the wall.
The hand of God had written the message.
Where were the interpreters?
How would they know what it meant or what to do?
Those were the questions I was asking myself. God has written a message upon my heart. A new message. I can’t interpret it or make it out. I long for clarification. I want to know. I want to see. But yet, all I sense is the message has been written and has YET to be unlocked.
That’s the stirring within. That’s the yearning for more of Him and His word. For the message upon my heart to be solved. Then I’d know where to go, what to do, or even what not to do.
Psalm 119:123 describes my longing:
My eyes strain to see your rescue,to see the truth of your promise fulfilled.
I long to see the riddle written upon my heart fulfilled. I long to be rescued from my questions. Doubts. Fears. I long for more of Him while I wait.
I’m reminded that my journey with God is all about the writing on the wall.
What has God written on the wall of your heart lately?
Are you longing for interpretation?
I have been crying, I think our hearts are on the same page though..
for rescue, truth of a fulfilled promise. Wounded hearts made whole.
My brother was drunk again on Thanksgiving, his daughter wrote that he was in jail on Friday. I messaged her but instead of answering she erased what she had written. I have not talked with him since the Thursday before that; which is odd he usually contacts me at least once a week. But we have a mighty God, a loving God, a God who can be trusted. (yes, I am trying to convince myself) I can trust God to look after bubba and I do not need to worry. He would be upset with me if he knew how worried I am. Then I would get a phone call! Right about now I would love to have him call and scold me for worrying.
4 Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.
I feel like many lessons come from God with a note attached…remember when you teased your hubs about…then now I get to understand why.
Maybe it is just my thinkin???
Kim – ah yes. Everything is a love letter from God. I just want to understand every last word of it.
Amy – my heart breaks with you. It's hard when others let us down, especially when it involves those we love so much. I'm lifting you and your brother up in prayer. Remember, God's Word never fails. It is truth. It's where we will find our comfort, peace, and rest for our souls. Praying for you friend.
I haven't looked..perhaps why I haven't seen?
sorry—didn't finish…
Because most times I don't want to know what it says…and I don't mean this in a derogatory way. I just don't have a sense of following. Yet I am a believer.
Cinnibonbon, love your authenticity. Following the writing hand is sometimes hard, but always a blessing.
i long for Him but at the same time cannot get myself to pick up my bible or wake up on time for church. I miss my Savior.
Darcie – I love your open and honest heart. I've enjoyed chatting with you. Remember, you are missing Him because He is missing you!