This raw spot of my heart should probably be shared face to face, or more in depth in maybe a whole chapter of a book or maybe not even at all if I let the raw get the best of me. .
I sat this morning pleading for God to touch a tender part of my heart. He doesn't let us plead long because He's that kind of loving Father. In a moment of flat out human-ness, the pleading for a fresh vision of His love turned into a minor temper tantrum requiring God to show me how much He loves me uniquely. I can claim all day long His love for me as in His love for all of us-in general. Why is it so hard to sit with open hands to receive a word of His unique love??
That begging yielded fruit. Sweet fruit. But then, He showed me more: His love is action oriented. On the Cross. Nails in hands and feet, beaten and humiliated. My Jesus took on my sin (all the personal ways) I allow pride, insecurity, jealousy, coveting...so much more. My God loves me to the depths to take on every bit of that sin that separates me, that makes me forget, that makes me look anywhere but at Jesus alone for that oh so unique love.
Maybe you yearn for that fresh vision and revelation. Let's sit in a holy desperation waiting for holy assurance of God's unique, action oriented, open handed, personal love.