Post by ginny on Nov 9, 2009 6:21:58 GMT -8
And it was amazing! Last wednesday, I was not feeling well and I went to lay down on the bed. My mind was reeling with thoughts of YHWH and His Word. I was sobbing just because I was a little overwhelmed with what Adonai has been doing in my life. These thoughts kept going through my mind and I felt led to write them down:
I was a branch of a wild olive tree. YHWH has plucked me from that tree and grafted me into His cultivated olive tree. Yeshua is the root of that olive tree, which is the nation of Israel. I was plucked and grafted before I even knew what it was. It was not of my will, but His. The fact that He chose me for this is no reason for pride and arrogance on my part. It is reason for falling down on my face at His feet and kissing His feet and thanking Him over and over. Because of His mercy and love toward me, I love Him. This love constrains me to obey Him in every jot and tittle of His will. My God is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Him will I follow, just as Yeshua has directed. All of His instructions will I strive to follow. I do not follow His instructions to be justified in His sight. I am justified by the Messiah. I follow because I love Him and delight in His will and His instructions. The way seems dark, like the whole world is against me, and it is, really, but His Word is the lamp unto my feet. I just have to put my foot down where that light has been cast and take the next step when the light is shone on that spot. I cannot see beyond the little circle of light. I stumble very often, so often that I am discouraged very much, and struggle to find that circle of light, again. But, that is the only safe place for me to be. I thank YHWH that He has chosen to graft me into His olive tree and I know that He can make me worthy. I am weak, but He is strong. His strength is manifested in my weakness. HalleluYAH!
I understand that my theology may not be 100% correct and many may disagree with a jot or a tittle of what I have written, but this is what was going through my head.
Well, I felt like I needed to read it before the church yesterday. I knew that I would get persecution in many forms. We always have a time for sharing praises, prayer requests, or what the Lord is doing for us or has shown us. I psyched myself up to get up and speak, but someone always beat me to it and finally I decided not to do it. I put the piece of paper back in my purse and settled down with relief. Finally, a brother shared something and at the end of the scriptures that he read it said something about not shrinking back to destruction. OH! UGH! sigh...
I got my paper out and stood up. I spoke out loud and clear, although I felt like I was going to pass out. After it was over, there were many amens and halleluyahs. The guest speaker, when he spoke, meshed with what I had shared. Our pastor, when he spoke, meshed with what we both had shared. After the service, during the meal, many shared how they were on a similar path. (!!!)
It was overwhelming. I went home, laid down on the bed, cried, and tried to recover from seeing just the little tip of the fringe on the tail end of YHWHs robe. When will I stop being totally blown away at the workings of our great God?!?!
I was a branch of a wild olive tree. YHWH has plucked me from that tree and grafted me into His cultivated olive tree. Yeshua is the root of that olive tree, which is the nation of Israel. I was plucked and grafted before I even knew what it was. It was not of my will, but His. The fact that He chose me for this is no reason for pride and arrogance on my part. It is reason for falling down on my face at His feet and kissing His feet and thanking Him over and over. Because of His mercy and love toward me, I love Him. This love constrains me to obey Him in every jot and tittle of His will. My God is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Him will I follow, just as Yeshua has directed. All of His instructions will I strive to follow. I do not follow His instructions to be justified in His sight. I am justified by the Messiah. I follow because I love Him and delight in His will and His instructions. The way seems dark, like the whole world is against me, and it is, really, but His Word is the lamp unto my feet. I just have to put my foot down where that light has been cast and take the next step when the light is shone on that spot. I cannot see beyond the little circle of light. I stumble very often, so often that I am discouraged very much, and struggle to find that circle of light, again. But, that is the only safe place for me to be. I thank YHWH that He has chosen to graft me into His olive tree and I know that He can make me worthy. I am weak, but He is strong. His strength is manifested in my weakness. HalleluYAH!
I understand that my theology may not be 100% correct and many may disagree with a jot or a tittle of what I have written, but this is what was going through my head.
Well, I felt like I needed to read it before the church yesterday. I knew that I would get persecution in many forms. We always have a time for sharing praises, prayer requests, or what the Lord is doing for us or has shown us. I psyched myself up to get up and speak, but someone always beat me to it and finally I decided not to do it. I put the piece of paper back in my purse and settled down with relief. Finally, a brother shared something and at the end of the scriptures that he read it said something about not shrinking back to destruction. OH! UGH! sigh...
I got my paper out and stood up. I spoke out loud and clear, although I felt like I was going to pass out. After it was over, there were many amens and halleluyahs. The guest speaker, when he spoke, meshed with what I had shared. Our pastor, when he spoke, meshed with what we both had shared. After the service, during the meal, many shared how they were on a similar path. (!!!)
It was overwhelming. I went home, laid down on the bed, cried, and tried to recover from seeing just the little tip of the fringe on the tail end of YHWHs robe. When will I stop being totally blown away at the workings of our great God?!?!
int he life of the believer (jew or gentile alike). We would part ways in sometimes hostile disagreement. Then, the very next Sunday, he would stand up and preach a message directly supporting my position and undermining what he had argued just days before. I would set an appointment and it would start all over again.
