Those of you who have followed my blogs over the past few weeks may be asking, “Is Psalm 91 the only thing she reads?”
The answer is, “No, but… ”
You see, The Lord does have me on a loop here, and until He says move on, I’ll stay.
As I was sitting with Him this morning, I found myself rather straining to figure out exactly how to ‘enter’ His secret place. So I asked Him, “Papa, how do I enter Your secret place?”
I dearly love how He never says the expected, but He always answers out of His love for me. He responded to my question by asking, “How does one enter your secret place?”
It dawned on me then. It was I who had barriers and conditions, not Him. I thought about those (rare) times when I had allowed complete access to my heart. The first thing I thought of was my grandchildren. They truly invaded the innermost recesses of my heart. I love them with complete and utter abandon. Up until that time I loved, and loved deeply, the Lord, my husband, my family, and my friends. But due to life’s hurts and hard knocks, I had unwittingly maintained a buffer around my heart to protect myself from more pain and loss.
Wow. I was a little stunned with that revelation. I don’t need to strive to enter His secret place, but I do need to grant Him access to mine. How novel is that? How like my wonderful, loving Heavenly Father!
So I recruited the help of a good friend of mine. You may know Him, many call Him Holy Spirit, Jesus called Him Helper and Comforter. It is His supreme pleasure to facilitate an upgrade in our walk with Jesus, so He was only too pleased to help me.
Now I pray, “Papa, please enter and inhabit every part of my heart, every part. I know you love me with pure unfettered abandon. I also know that nothing I could do would make you love me more, and nothing I could do would make you love me less. However, now I can more freely receive and reciprocate that love. What an awesome, amazing and brilliant God I serve.”Disappointment’s jagged scars Yesterdays of fear and doubt Search me Lord, You know my heart Remove these chains that keep You out I open wide the secret place Invite You in; give You the key The past is gone, the new is here Possess the deepest parts of me © Sharon E. Coleman