it has come upon us. the cold brisk wind of winter.  the first real blast of frigid, the rejuvenating breath of God.

that might be an overstatement.  but it does truly express my love for this season.  the cold is the first hint, the first clue that Christmas is upon us.  that love is in the air so thick you can almost taste it.  (and im not talking about mushy gushy love).  HIS LOVE IS IN THE AIR.

i’ve decided that with this cold, bon iver will fit the mold for my musical appetite.  something about that slow, melodic build of his creative quietude.  along with this bon iver (currently on the pandora station), i have happened upon the word “qara’ ” which is Hebrew for “call” .  used in Jeremiah 33:3 – “Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.”  the word “call” here is: to loudly call in attempt to get someone’s attention.  (the Lord more specifically).  how many times do i feel like that?  knowing He can see me but maybe He wants me to call out LOUDLY to Him.  EXPRESS to Him what my heart deeply wishes to relay.  my thoughts but thru a microphone.

“HEY LORD!!! HERE I AM WAITING FOR YOU TO DESCEND UPON THIS HUMBLE ABODE.”

snap. crackle. pop.

He descends like a river of peace that i can not contain but it is somehow contained within my mortal frame.  He is still holding back because He knows i might die if i were to fully experience what He is truly  capable of….

Yet he still leaves me wanting more.  how is that possible? i want so much more of Him, but yet i am content? how can this be possible? Like a Bride waiting for her Bridegroom.  i will wait till the end of the world for Him.

i am waiting.

Advertisement