Have you ever seen a movie, where there’s a guy throwing rocks at a window? Light pebbles…in succession…trying to get the attention of the girl behind the curtains. It’s usually at night, and he’s trying to be subtle, yet persistent enough to make her aware that he’s down there – wanting her to look and talk to him.
If she doesn’t immediately hear him, or notice the *tink, tink, tink* on the glass, he doesn’t usually give up and turn around. He’s patient. Intentional. He stands there, sometimes he whispers her name, and keeps trying.
. I’ve been noticing some sustained calls – trying delicately to turn my ear to Who is pursuing me. It’s usually drowned out by other noises, or my own distractions volley for attention, leaving me unaware of my Caller.
But He remains.
He doesn’t turn around.
He keeps His feet planted.
He keeps me in view.
There’s this One, who keeps giving me nourishment. Keeps filling my emptiness with water that never runs dry. When I feel the heat of the day, He reminds me that my roots are firmly planted by the still waters.
And He wants me not only to remain and abide with Him (which He does)…but He delights in my GROWTH. He knows the desires of my heart, because He planted them there. I ignore them, hem them away, let fear be the focus, and so on…