The one who joins himself to the Lord is one spirit with Him.
1 Corinthians 6:17
Though my mind is on the grocery list and finding the best traffic-free roads to take while I spend a day shopping, my heart, and deeper still, my spirit is in constant communication with God. “Pray without ceasing,” it says. I draw near to Him, and when I do, He promises He will draw near to me.
I’ve had a long day of errands — preparing for our trip to North Carolina. Finally, I am creeping ever so slow down the dusty dirt road that will take me home. With no chatter boxes bubbling life in the back seats, I have quiet. Quiet enough to listen to the day’s Bible reading. Isaiah 57 is being read aloud, and a short string of words stops short my heart, “…the souls I have made.” And I feel the press against my heart. I press against my brake. Pause pressed on my busyness just yards before the entrance of my gate.
I exhale deep from my soul — left breathless. He has met me on the way — the One who breathes life back into me. Remember?
He is jealous for me.
There is a weight still pressing. My heart brought low, and I cannot be low enough. Worshipping in awe, in wonder, in brokenness. I almost cannot stand it — soul now seared with a holy consuming fire, burning deep within, and frozen goods in the back of the car melting by the Florida sun scorching. My heart arrested. The car stopped in park.
His Word waking all my senses to the truth and reality of it all.
He is my Maker.
The One who made my soul. Is 57:16
His Holy breath breathed life and gave me life,
and He is here.
Can I press myself down, lower down, low enough — before the Holy One?
I pour out all of me, and offer all of me.
Yet, I desire to give more. He’s worthy of so much more.
I welcome His consuming fire to bring up the impurities, and I cry, “Clean away the dross.”
Weeping replaces words pleading to tear away at every unclean worthless thing that separates me from His Holy Presence, and His eternal purpose for me.
When this mama’s time is filled with all kinds of busy, I am met on my way by a Holy God, and I do not let this moment slip fluid through my hands, and my heart runs fluid in His. I surrender it all. I want nothing to stand between Him and I. I join myself to Him.