My Home away
from home.
My Safety.
The place I hide…in Him.
The place I pour
myself out.
The place where
I replenish.
My chosen
avenue to the Throne Room.
The place I listen.
The place I hear.
My “beside
still waters.”
My secret
place.
On my drive
home from work today;
I realized
something. Over the past
year now,
the worship room….
has become
my place of intense labor.
I rush in
desperate pursuit of my King’s
heart and
find myself shaking in His
very presence
because it is so thick and
powerful,
but I leave…
unsatisfied.
My only
conclusion: labor pains.
There cannot
be satisfaction in the labor.
It is hard
and mostly painful. It takes a
highly
concentrated effort. Focus. Quiet.
And another
to push you when you are ready
to give up.
I keep
having these satisfying moments that
I think “finally
the birthing process has begun.”
But it’s not
true yet. The satisfaction “in between”
is just the
moment I can catch my breath before
another
contraction hits.
The
Worship Room.
The place I
labor.
The place of
un-satisfaction that I must
press
through because in the end – His
promise is a
satisfaction and destiny that
will never
cease.
The
Worship Room.
HERE – the promise
is being birthed.
The dreams.
The visions.
The
prophecies.
The
ministry.
The calling.
The destiny.
The woman.
Here, His
promise is being birthed.
“It will happen. It will come quickly.
It will be soon.”
So today, I make
a decision to run into
the arms of
a King, though I may find
no
satisfaction or relief yet. Today I make
a decision
that tomorrow and the next
day and the
next I will do the very same
thing….because
more than anything on
earth do I long
to see His promise fulfilled
in me and
through me.
I hunger and
thirst for You only.
I’ll have no
other. I want no other.
I choose
You. You’re the One I want.
I will waste
my life for You.
I will run
to You & I will lift my head to
the sky and
thank You even when a drought
has covered the land and the sky is empty.
The
Worship Room.
My place of
deep anguish, longing, intercession.
My Hope when
the eye cannot see.
The place my
eyes fixate on when I don’t know
what else to
do.
The
Worship Room.
The place where
His promises will be birthed.
“It will happen. It will come quickly.
It will be soon.”
Give me a heart
that looks like Yours. I want to
love the way You
love.
