Lord willing, The Wrestlings Along the Narrow Path discussion will continue next week.
So, in the early morning after Friday overnight worship service, I went to bed holding close to my bosom that touch of the holy that I had felt during the foot washing. I was silently praying, as slumber slowly set in, that when I awake, it’s still with me. Because I needed it so much to stay. For good.
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When I woke up around noon and as I entered into private worship, I was thinking about it. After a few songs, I was weeping.
This craving is too much, Lord. I crave too much to be well and be able to go out and travel. I crave too much it hurts. Let me crave for You more than anything. Let me crave for the things of You. Your pure teachings. Your pure will. Let my eyes and heart be ever on the lookout for You.
Liberate my mind, heart, and soul from cravings that hurt and bear down heavily upon me. Because, Lord, I’m being torn apart. Please let me not be torn apart.
And I cried much.
I know it’s not common among many Christians to wrestle against such cravings. Why? Because they are blessed with good health and strength and they can go wherever they want to go or are sent to (in case of preachers and workers).
After 2006 where our family raced from one crusade to another in nearby provinces, more or less ten crusades in all, I had not been able to travel far from home (and three years prior). After I gave birth to Tim in 2007 until now, I had patiently waited to become well and strong enough to travel again. Six years passed like a breeze and I even barely noticed it. If I say that I had not gone to the grocery store that long, it may seem that I’m complaining. But truth is, I’m not. I just want people to understand that it’s human nature to desire to go out. To have a picnic by the lake or at the beach perhaps? (Though I have far bigger dreams than that, like traveling far and wide to share the gospel and my testimony).
One kind commenter mentioned that, unlike me, she said she’s happy when her trips are sometimes cancelled because she prefers to stay home. Well, I love staying home, too, but when you have been unable to travel for years, it’s natural that you crave for it!
Sunday while I watched our Church’s worship service via live webcast, I felt the Lord had a message for me. I closed my eyes and let my mind become receptive to what the Lord wanted to tell me.
Stay with me, here at the cross, where my blood was shed for you. I stayed My course until it brought Me here. You may find it shabby sometimes, a shabby place, this old cross, this dusty ground, this hill. But I want you to stay with Me and find joy in My presence here.
My eyes were tightly closed and I could clearly see the Lord hanging on the cross on that hill and I was enveloped with warmth. I felt that there’s comfort and happiness in that place where the Lord’s presence was! And I wondered, really wondered at that fleeting moment, why I had craved to go to places other than there, and why I had felt sad and on the verge of entertaining discontent at all.
The Lord is faithful to meet us at our place of need.
13 No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it. (1 Cor. 10:13)
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