Have you ever fully opened your heart up to someone? Like letting them move in to the comfort of your home, where all is out in the open for the guest to see. They see your style, your loves, your taste, your vulnerabilities. Your walls are lined with your favorite works of art, books of dreams stock your shelves, a warmth glows from the lights dangling around the room, exposing the comforts placed inside, and in a sense, it’s all YOU. This person, you love them, trust them, and in they come. Only for them to then… Ask that you leave it all behind. Every detail that was saved up, prayed over, and cherished, left behind to truly take their hand.
Sometimes when we leave our comfort to embrace vulnerability, it’s not the bright rays of the sun paired with the chill of the winds that meet us… it may just be a starry cold night with a packed backpack of memories. It’s not necessarily a physically hard journey, but rather, an emotional one, where on the other side of your obedience is a promised place. But it’s dark, silent, and heavy, this night, and there’s not much direction to guide you besides true north and the stars in the sky. The one you love has gone before you to welcome you home when you arrive, and so the journey is quite lonely at times, but they leave sign-posts to let you know you’re going the right way.
It’s not necessarily easy, but if Abraham could do it, then I know, so can we. I think when we come to this place with Jesus, we must look up and count the stars with each step. It’s crazy how it can take us forever to fully let Christ in to our hearts, and the few moments after we do open up- showing him our accomplishments, our desires, our comforts… he asks us to let go, trust Him, and follow Him. But gosh, how I can’t say no to Jesus- for I’m so madly in love with Him. I pray that our love for Christ can drive us from our comfort to see this journey as an adventure and not a betrayal. For if you loved Him enough to let Him in, love Him enough to go out. It’s brave, but bravery always leads us to destiny.
May you dance through the night, pondering His Words, remembering He is faithful. May you dance through the night, holding onto His promises, remembering He is good. May you dance through the night, looking always for His hand, remembering He is yours. For as you dance, you’ll remember you’re free, and in His arms, you can’t forget you’re His.
“Set up signposts to mark your trip home. Get a good map. Study the road conditions. The road out is the road back. Come back, dear virgin Israel, come back to your hometowns. How long will you flit here and there, indecisive? How long before you make up your fickle mind? God will create a new thing in this land: A transformed woman will embrace the transforming God! A Message from Israel’s God-of-the-Angel-Armies: “When I’ve turned everything around and brought my people back, the old expressions will be heard on the streets: ‘God bless you!’ . . . ‘O True Home!’ . . . ‘O Holy Mountain!’ “