This feels strange for me to write about, but it has completely taken over my heart this morning. So I figured maybe I should sit here and start typing and see what happens.
I have felt such a burden for those who are desperately searching, and yet cannot see the truth. Those who are so desperately searching for truth. It’s right there, and they can’t see it, they can’t find it. Souls who are in such a depth of “false truth”, “counterfeit truth” and they are searching, searching, searching… some are dying –literally mentally and physically fading away while desperately searching for truth. Beautiful, beautiful souls. So talented, so gifted.
Some think they’ve found it, they hope they’ve found it, but they know deep down that something is still missing. I can see the emptiness in their eyes. The void.
There was one specific person this morning who suddenly was put on my heart, well it started yesterday afternoon and then again they came to mind this morning. You most likely know of this person.
I realized a pattern when this happened a few weeks ago with another person that you most likely know of as well. Same boat. Searching, fervently and desperately. They are fading. I can see the emptiness in their eyes, I can see them crying out for help, whether they say with words or not, they say it with their actions, and it breaks my heart for them.
Imagine what our Father, their Creator, must feel for these souls who are crying out in desperation, and yet they are completely tuning Him out. They are shutting Him out because of who they think He is, or maybe because who they think He isn’t.
I spent some time praying over these people this morning. They have no idea who I am, and I doubt they ever will, but what if there is no one else out there who is burdened to pray for them? I doubt that, because of how known these two people are, but what if the Lord is burdening certain people to rise up and pray for these souls? What if He has big plans for their lives? What if our prayers… matter? *gasp* Sorry, I didn’t mean to be sarcastic but I’m trying to make a point –to myself, actually.
I asked the Lord for a Word, a passage. The passage of scripture the Lord gave me to declare over them, to ask Him to sing over them, is this:
“My beloved spoke, and said to me:
“Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away.
For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!
“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.”
–Song of Solomon 2:10-14
Wake them up, Lord! Show them the truth of who You are. Let these people, these souls, experience the real truth, the truth of who You are, the tender-loving kindness and the realness of Your love for them individually, and uniquely. Sing over them, draw them into the secret place of Your presence and let them discover who You really are. That they may find and discover what — Who they having been searching for their whole lives. You. Break through the counterfeit and prepare their hearts for Your truth. Let them encounter You today, God.
Well, didn’t this journal take an interesting turn today? I’m not going to second-guess it. ☺️??♀️??✨???