We've all been there - spiraling through somber in-betweens while tirelessly carrying the weight of the unknown, as deep calls to deep. As written by the sons of Korah in Psalm 42 :
I long to drink of you, O God, to drink deeply from the streams of pleasure flowing from your presence (As the deer pants longingly for water brooks) My longings overwhelm me for more of You! My soul thirsts, pants, and longs for the living God. I want to come and see the face of God.
There's a stark difference between pitch black Saturdays of broken bones on the bedroom floor drenched in tears of repentance, and holy Saturdays in His secret place where our tears from a well of why's and why not's become an altar offering of sacrifice and thanksgiving. One was a life in the miry pit of not truly knowing Jesus yet, while the latter is an inevitable mark of walking with Him in the blessed assurance of being known and loved by Him full well. Yes, the -yada- kind of knowing, and the -ahava- kind of loving.
We know that SUNDAY is bound to arrive without tarrying. We know SUNDAY carries the fullness of His resurrection-Light that gives birth to the perpetual dawning of "All things NEW" — and this is our hope every time we are fazed by FRIDAYS of life with the supplication of grace and strength to choose dying to ourselves in obedience because we trust His GOOD and sovereign plan.
Wait for and confidently expect the Lord. Be strong and let your heart take courage;
Yes, wait for and confidently expect the Lord.- Psalms 27:14 AMP
Oh yes, we know, we know - that we are privileged to breathe in His grace, His provision for the day. . . yet our weakness as human beings still in the world is that we are disillusioned into holding our breaths to paralysis because of the desire to breathe in immediately the morning breeze of Resurrection, when Saturdays seem longer than usual.
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| My son & me | AI image from personal prompt |
BUT...
When we hold our breath in a posture of surrender, we breathe out HOSANNA from a place of hope knowing that the King who came to serve, also came to make a WAY for us to be one with Him. (John17)
When we hold our breath in heart-state of obedience, we breathe out HALLELUJAH from a place of faith knowing that our Sovereign Savior is also a rewarder and IS our ultimate Reward. (Isaiah62:11)
When we hold our breath in anticipation of witnessing fulfilled promises, we breathe out a resounding YES AND AMEN from a place of peace knowing that His ways and thoughts are higher than ours, and not a single Word from Him will return to Him void. (Isaiah 55:8-11)
“Lord, You are my God; I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name; For You have worked wonders, Plans formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.” - Isaiah 25:1 NASB
AND BEFORE WE KNOW IT -
We are awakened by His Spirit-kiss in the morning light of Resurrection's promise. We can dance freely, and barefoot on dewy fields of perpetual spring blooms. We can lie down without fear, in this oasis of peace where there is true rest at all sides, because it's finally, finally THE SUNDAY of Sundays....
"It is the gloom of death! He will swallow it up in victory forever! And God, Lord Yahweh, will wipe away every tear from every face. In that day they will say, ‘Behold, this is our God! We’ve waited for him and he saved us! This One, the Lord Yahweh—He is worth the wait! We will keep shouting with joy as we find our bliss in His salvation-kiss! (Let’s rejoice and be glad in His salvation) " - Isaiah 25:8-9 TPT (AMP)
...and it will be like walking with Him in love, joy, and DELIGHT - even while still on earth, as if it were Sunday everyday. . . because HE'S ALWAYS HAD THE FINAL SAY.
A very fitting Sunday-morning prayer-song by Michael Bethany (lyrics italicized below)
Early in the morning, You wait for me to rise. . . Counting down the seconds, Till I open up my eyes. I hear your invitation, You have been so patient. . . Lord, this is my reply
I want to walk with you, and talk with you - Hear you speaking, feel you breathing. Walk with you, and talk with you - Hear you speaking, Feel you breathing. . . Walk with you
By the quiet waters, You fill me with your peace. Through the darkest valley, I know that you're with me...The beauty of your presence, fills me with assurance. . . That you are all I need
I wanna know you, not just about you. I wanna be with you, not just around you. I wanna love you, not just be loved by you. I wanna walk with you
And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I AM HIS OWN... And the JOY that we share, as we tarry there, none other has ever known.
You will have the final say - IT IS DONE. It's too late to lose, victory is won. It's too late to lose, it's already done. It's too late to lose, victory is won. IT IS DONE, IT IS DONE.
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Grace-filled Love Notes from the Fridays and Saturdays of my life :
- Back when He raised me from the dead : - My "Talitha Koum" Story (2022)
- What it means to walk alongside each other -The Beauty of Discipleship (and why it matters)
- When walking & waiting gets tiring, I remember WHO I'm walking with Where You Lead Me I Will Follow
- 'Saturdays' - with just me, my son and Jesus - were long, but filled with Moments of Wonder (Slow Dancing Past Midnight)
