God whispers this promise in my ear in so many oh, what is going to happen moments. For myself. For others He is leading upon my heart.
It is winging in my spirit right now, like a bird He has set free to sing out and remind me His Truth trumps and triumphs. A word of healing I am sending over someone when all the world may be thinking, even proclaiming, otherwise. Because from the moment I heard the news… this is the song of blithesome promise ringing within me, over and over again.
It reminds me of another time, when fearful news came to someone I love… and a similar promise welled within me… one I knew was from somewhere in the Bible but wasn’t then sure where. This sickness is not unto death… (John 11:4) And how that promise is still writing Life upon that one…
A doctor gives his best report. We take what he says, follow his prescriptions. But after that, I believe God prefers we do not soak in the negative words, but look for His Truth that may seem behind the veil.
Maybe you want to study up on what might happen, the well-meaning might say.
But I hear a different whisper inside me…
Do not wallow in the bad news that appears to be so. Declare what you cannot yet see… according to My promises. Choose my words of life and take them as your daily drink of living water. For I send my word to heal you… and when you join Me in singing them out in prayer, I take your hands in Mine, send it out over others …
Someone mentions…there’s little hope.
I think… No, Lord, I read in Your word that You want me to speak life…great hope!… in the midst of all that is happening. And this is the word you keep setting in my mind. Like words I can see written before me.
He reminds me. I have seen Him turn around what seemed impossible. In my own life, in the lives of others. If I want to see harvest, I should water with life-bearing words. You cannot turn the soil and proclaim that it probably won’t come up.
And so, I am lifting up the Word to the Author today… because I believe it gladdens His heart to hear us do so… and that He is ever longing to bring forth His promises in and through us…
Father, I thank you for your desire to heal [Name and Name and Name]! I take and drink of this wondrous promise of Psalm 118, for me, for those I lift to You. Over the storms and dire warnings, I will sing as You sang into David, leading his rejoicing. [Name} will live and not die… to live and give you glory and tell of all your wonders! And all will see and know…as they recognized in the time of the ancient Israelites, as they are still seeing today all over the world… surely You alone are our mighty healing God.
And as I pray, I remember God’s definition of blessed, posted on a beautiful blog (Jody Lee Collins at her, Three Way Light) this week, from Matthew 5:5… and how I love all the compounding truth in this amplified version… particularly that “life-joy” word, blithesome!
Blessed (happy, blithesome, joyous, spiritually prosperous—with life-joy and satisfaction in God’s favor and salvation, regardless of their outward conditions) are the meek (the mild, patient) for they shall inherit the earth!
Is there a storm brewing around me?
Lord, what blithesome Word of health-FULL joy are You ringing as bells of Heaven inside me, bidding me hold onto…to lift up before You… right now?
© Pam Depoyan
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