A Heart Like His

When the prophet Samuel was sent by God to select the new king for Israel from the sons of Jesse, the Lord chose David.  According to birth order and accomplishments, He was the most unlikely candidate, in the eyes of man.  As we read the accounting of this story in 1 Samuel 16,we find that in God’s eyes He was the perfect candidate.

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” Then Jesse called Abinadab and had him pass in front of Samuel. But Samuel said, “The Lord has not chosen this one either.” Jesse then had Shammah pass by, but Samuel said, “Nor has the Lord chosen this one.” Jesse then had Shammah pass by, but Samuel said, “Nor has the Lord chosen this one.” Jesse had seven of his sons pass before Samuel, but Samuel said to him, “The Lord has not chosen these.” So he asked Jesse, “Are these all the sons you have?” “There is still the youngest,” Jesse answered, “but he is tending the sheep.” Samuel said, “Send for him; we will not sit down until he arrives.” So he sent and had him brought in. He was ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features. Then the Lord said, “Rise and anoint him; he is the one.” 1 Samuel 16:7-12

Even in the midst of all King David’s horrendous and tragic mistakes that our all-knowing God knew David would make, this is what the Lord said of Him, He’s a man after My heart. Reading the psalms that Kind David wrote surely gives us all an inside look at his heart, including the good, the bad, and the ugly; but God in His infinite capacity to see beyond David’s blunders, saw in His heart, a man who would follow hard after Him, and this is what mattered. 

As I shared with you yesterday, Yellowstone National Park is a picture of the work God has, and continues to do in my heart.  Since the time I recommitted my life to Him in 1981, I have been madly in love With God.  In the midst of all my blunders, sinfulness and up and downs, God’s loving grace has been more than sufficient.  He has taken my heart of stone and worked both tenderly, and at times fiercely, to conform it into His image.

Through numerous seasons of healing, deliverance and repentance, I have received outpourings of His love and faithfulness, Through the process, I’ve been slowing transformed from that caterpillar I was, to the butterfly I’ve been created to be.  I am not saying I’ve arrived, or am perfect, but I know He who has begun this incredible work in my heart, will be faithful to complete it.

After writing the journal entry about Yellowstone National Park, I wrote one of my first poems, I titled, Living Hallelujahs!  The stanzas in the poem reflect the process of healing and restoration I’d been through, as well a what I truly believe we all go thorough to become those plantings of the Lord, and displays of His Splendor He’s so graciously created us to be.

In closing I’d like to share it with you in honor of Thanksgiving this year.  I can’t even begin to tell you just how thankful I am the Lord’s relentless pursual of me and for the phenomenal work He’s done in my heart.  My hope and dream is, like King David, to be remembered as having, A Heart Like His, that has followed hard after God, no matter what life brings my way.

Before I was born the Lord called me; from my birth He has made mention of my name.

He made my mouth like a sharpened sword, in the shadow of His hand He hid me;

He made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in His quiver. He said to me,

“You are my servant Israel, in whom I will display My splendor.”

Isaiah 49:1b-3

 

Living Hallelujahs!

The hope of glory, Christ in me,

though once was blind, I now can see;

a life so filled with sin and shame,

bent on a path of destruction;

a conscience consumed with guilt and pain,

who lovingly heard Him call my name.

Weaving the threads of His sovereign plan,

through what Satan meant for harm;

returning all the stolen plunder,

giving freely back with His outstretched arm.

Blessed be the Name of the Lord,

for the praise of His glory at last;

resurrected life, teaming with hope,

set free from days of bondages past.

Eyes have not seen, ears have not heard,

nor mind conceived His plan;

the medley of praise and mosaic design,

He’s weaving throughout my life.

Now, a living, worshipping, praising Hallelujah,

displaying His splendor through all I do;

shining with glory, ignited with power,

anointed for ministry through Him and for you. 

 

Instead of their shame My people will receive a double portion, and instead

of disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance; and so they will inherit a

double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs.

Isaiah 61:7

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!

 -The Thankful Living Hallelujah! Quilted Poetess

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