My heart is flowing with thanksgiving for all of the prayers offered for me as I was shut in with the after-effects of last week’s infusion. I am so grateful for the time that He gave to call me deeper into His heart. While the physical effects were heavy, the soul effects were heavier, as truly He did infuse my heart with Himself.
Have you been in a place where He uncovered a deeper truth than just the surface moments easily seen?
An old wound was uncovered this week. God had brought it to the surface at other times through the years, and each time a deeper scrubbing was required to scrape away the scabs that had formed around the edges. But still I heard the words that had been uttered, “I’m turning my back on you here. I cannot look upon you any more,” and my soul heaved sobs within.
In my alarm I said, “I am cut off from your sight!” Yet you heard my cry for mercy when I called to you for help. Psalm 31:22 NIV
I recognized the alarm and panic. It was the old wound, and yet it was the new wound of this place of disease also. As God has asked me to let Him wash away the debris that I have let accumulate, the grime that has stuck to the label that I’ve allowed this disease to name me with, I have recognized the sameness of the old wounding. Both labels have borne the name “cut off and shunned.” One from a person, the other from a disease. But neither was given by God. Neither is the eye of how He sees me.
9 About noon the following day as they were on their journey and approaching the city, Peter went up on the roof to pray. 10 He became hungry and wanted something to eat, and while the meal was being prepared, he fell into a trance. 11 He saw heaven opened and something like a large sheet being let down to earth by its four corners. 12 It contained all kinds of four-footed animals, as well as reptiles and birds. 13 Then a voice told him, “Get up, Peter. Kill and eat.”
14 “Surely not, Lord!” Peter replied. “I have never eaten anything impure or unclean.”
15 The voice spoke to him a second time, “Do not call anything impure that God has made clean.”
16 This happened three times, and immediately the sheet was taken back to heaven. Acts 10:9-16
And if God sees me as clean, all of my hope is carried in HIS naming of me.
There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off. Proverbs 23:18 NIV
He has become my Living Hope. In the places of my heart where the panic rises, there is One who calls me to see what He has accomplished. There is a lover who calls to me from within that place of wounding, and says draw near, look at what I have given:
For he was cut off from the land of the living; for the transgression of my people he was punished. Isaiah 53:8 NIV
And so Jesus also suffered outside the city gate to make the people holy through his own blood. Let us, then, go to him outside the camp, bearing the disgrace he bore. Hebrews 13:12-13 NIV
As I offered my wound to God, I felt Him cleansing anew the scabbed over sores that were festering underneath. He brought His own pure washing that scraped away the blistered edges where fresh baby skin was already growing underneath.
Outside the Camp
They called me cut-off
They called me shunned, sent away
And the wound imparted
could never heal
For my eyes looked on
as one forsaken
and my heart bled tears
as one forlorn
where are the joys of my youth
where is the love of my heart
is it not burned deep within
never to depart
We called HIM cut off
stricken of God
sent outside the camp
where the bodies were burned
Yet His soul cried out
for the friends of His youth
And His wounds tore open
for the children God gave
Outside the camp
Cut off from the living
Forsaken by all
Glorious Rising won over
Heavenly breathing gushed into
Oh sacred Head now wounded
Oh gentle scars now bearing
LIFE is pulsing in Beloved’s
side once pierced
And HE calls my name
In the wounding I wake
In the shunning I run
In the loosing I’m drawn
In the drawing I’m loved
For in the place where
my heart was torn
the life of Jesus uncovered the wound
Balmed it and healed
The enemy sought to harm
Yet God always planned
outside the camp
with sinners restored
Love is made complete
Who is God like ours? Who is King like our God? There is none other. Only He can bring such beauty for ashes.
Let the days of the king add up
to years and years of good rule.
Set his throne in the full light of God;
post Steady Love and Good Faith as lookouts,
And I’ll be the poet who sings your glory—
and live what I sing every day.
Is there an old wounding in your heart? Have you allowed another to name you with what God never intended?
I would love to pray with you today, and offer our words, together, to Jesus:
Dear Lord Jesus,
Thank you that You alone name our hearts. Thank You for the beauty that we were created in: Your very own image. Lord we confess that we have tried to cover our old places of wounding. We have let those old wounds scab and fester. But would You uncover them today? Thank You that You are so gentle with Your loving and cleansing, and You never cut us off. Thank You that in Your touch is true healing. We rejoice in the Glory of You, our true King! And we rejoice that we bear YOUR name and are part of Your community, Your Body. Help us to carry the glory of Your majesty with singing in our every moment, joined together with You.
In Your precious name we pray,
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