I’ve spent the last hour reading and studying, asking God
for the ‘holy tap’ he gives me in knowing what to write on each morning. So
far, no tap. This saddened me for a couple of reasons. I love the ‘holy tap’
because it reinforces I write this devotional on His direction. It is His
words, not mine and that’s a lot of pressure off of me; knowing I had to come
up with something new or encouraging or inspirational five mornings out of the
week would be rather intimidating! Waiting for His direction, however, while
reading scripture or other Christian writers fills my heart and mind with His
Word first thing in the wee hours. He refuels me as I wait and I need all the
refueling I can get.
Secondly, not getting the ‘holy tap on the shoulder’…..well,
I simply miss it. I’ve come to rely on Him and the familiarity of His tap. You
know how it feels when you go into a large crowd and you’re looking around not
recognizing anyone, then across the room you see a dear friend and the sight of
their face fills you joy? That’s how the holy tap feels to me. It is my comfort
each morning.
I know He is still there, whether the tap comes or not. His
love is not a faucet to turn on or off, it is free flowing and never-ending. I
treasure it and count on it because His Word says I can. The tap is a gift of
love I’ve come to crave. I am addicted, addicted to His sweet and tender love.
So this morning all I can send out is my heartfelt desire for more of Him, more
of His touch, more of His mercies and love.
May the Lord touch you and fill you with His presence each morning!
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