Isaiah 46:16 NASB
"Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands;
Your walls are continually before Me.
I was talking last night with my long time friend Karen Leigh. She called last night, very late her in the East Coast her time because she had had a revelation from God and knew I would understand and still be up since I live on the West Coast. We had a wonderful visit sharing what the Lord was doing currently in both of our lives. God had led us both to the passage from Song of Solomon 2:12 in the past week that says "Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land". We were both seeing some new things springing up in our lives from seeds of faith, trust and prayer that had been planted long ago. She shared how in a sense, the locusts had devoured the fields of her life but how God had protected and preserved the seed under the ground.
We can go through seasons where it seems everything is stripped away and we find ourselves faced with the question of will I praise you in the dark night of the soul and in the middle of the storm. Habakkuk 3:17-18 says " Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
In the course of our conversation Karen talked about having decided that God did not need to tell her why he was taking her through such a difficult number of years. She had simply decided to trust that he knew what he was doing. So last night she called to tell me that God had opened her eyes to why. He reminded her of a number of songs that she had written and recorded crying out to God for him to make her a Vessel of Honor. Sometimes we pray dangerous prayers without even realizing that we have asked God to come and transform us. That transformation can sometimes take many years as God breaks us of the old dead life. He hears us when we cry out to him to take us deeper.
My pastor shared yesterday how we are like precious babies with stinky diapers. As parents we even will turn our heads away from our own children. Peeeeeuuuuuuuu! We love the baby but the stinky diaper has to go. The process of going deeper with God means that God has to come in and change our diapers and cleans us. That process can be long and at times painful as he removes things from our lives that keep us from being able to go deeper with Him.
Anyway Karen reminded me of a song that she had written that was at first a word that God spoke to her heart and she took it and put it to music. I wanted to share it with you so I added some of my photos so I could post it as a video. I have written the words to the song below and will post the video below the song words. E-mail folks you will need to click on the post title to get to the site and hear the video.
Prayer:
Lord, Help us to realize all that you have given to us. Help us to shake off the shame and the guilt and to accept all that you have done for us through Jesus. Thank you that you never forget us and that you have carved us in the palm of your hand.
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| My friend Karen Leigh |
If You knew all the power
I've given to you.
You would walk
and hold your head high.
If you knew all the joy
I have here for you
You would laugh
until you cried.
If you knew how jealous
I am over you
You would never wonder
if I'd be here for you.
See, I've carved you
in the palm of my hand
How can I forget
Who I've carved in
the palm of my hand.
If you knew how much grace I've extended to you
You would never fear my throne
If you knew how I dance and rejoice over you
You would praise me without words alone
If you knew how constant I'm praying for you
you would move more boldly as your faith is renewed.
See I've carved you in the palm of my hand
How can I forget who I've carved in the palm of my hand.
Can I forget you
When I bled and died for you
My child, my child
If you knew how constant
I'm praying for you
you would move more boldly
as your faith is renewed see I've carved you in the palm of my hand
How can I forget you I've carved you in the palm of my hand.
Oh, in the palm of my hand
Oh you're in the palm of my hand
1994 by Karen Leigh
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