Author: Christine Wyrtzen

You have tried my heart; You have visited me by night. Psalm 17:3

God never gives divine insight for mere intrigue. He discloses His thoughts to someone so they can figure out why they were given such information. Are they to pray? Are they to speak an encouraging word? Are they to expose? Seeing is proactive.

The gift of divine sight, and the spiritual understanding that accompanies it, is built on the culmination of life experiences. God shapes a servant through years of practice runs. The gift is sharpened most through suffering. If you are a prophet who can prayerfully discern the mind and heart of God about a person or situation, you will agree that your gift has been personally expensive. But consider this too ~ the gift of divine eyesight is usually paired with another strong gift. 

• God often reveals a dream for His child to conceive a wise solution.
• God reveals danger so that His child can pray.
• God reveals the root of a problem so that truth can be discovered, embraced, and sin uprooted.
• God reveals the broken heart of another so that compassion and encouragement can arise.
• God reveals where people perish for lack of knowledge so that a teacher may arise.

What has God been showing you about a person or a situation? Perhaps that revelation has been painful, has arrested you in place, and you are confused. Assess your giftings and ask God to show you how you are to use the revelation as a catalyst for His glory and the advancement of the kingdom. God, in your story, has prepared you for such a time as this.

I have been tormented by what I see. Give me Your action plan. Amen

Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your sins, heals all your diseases, redeems your life from the pit, and crowns you with love and compassion. Psalm 103:2-4

God has always been an identity changer. One cannot be near someone like God without coming away different. The identity-changing nature of God has never been more evident than when He personally changed the names of people. But while God may not give new earthly names to every person, identities still change radically once we are adopted into His family. We are no longer aliens but residents of heaven. No longer enemies but friends. No longer cursed but blessed. No longer lost but saved. No longer rejected but chosen. No longer unclean but righteous.  Hey, the list is much longer than this and every single facet of transformation is stunning!

Have we really embraced our new identities? It’s hard to digest that we are no longer who we were, especially if people around us treat us as if nothing has changed. Satan is also bent on reinforcing, through hurtful circumstances, that we are the same old sinners. But God says differently. And because He’s the only consistent Truth-teller, I am encouraged to confess these truths on a daily basis. On a good day, it’s not hard. Oh, but on a bad day, it must be a moment-by-moment self-reminder.

What do I do if the truth feels fragile? I spend more time with the Name-Changer. If I get in proximity to my Father for any amount of time, the effect is always the same. I will come away differently. Taller. Assured. Resolute in my real identity.

Let me bask in the spiritual assurances of ownership that come from running home to You. Amen

Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

Our Father wants us to know that we are in a war and we are not home yet.  In the meantime, rest.

Resting is to catch my breath in God’s arms while the storm rages.  Resting is to settle my soul in His embrace while violence swirls. Resting is to collect my thoughts for my next steps in a posture of repose. Resting is to believe that even in the worst of things, He will have the last word.  Resting is to cling to the Victor when it appears Satan is winning, to compose a song of faith even in chaos.  Resting is to trust God when Satan would tell me I’ve been betrayed, to stay faithful when circumstances suggest He’s not been faithful. 

I rest in the character of God and not in the expectation that I will be delivered from pain. God sees what I cannot and His plan is redemptive though the present plotline appears senseless.  My life is hidden in Christ and, like Him, I am destined for glory.

You are my firm foundation in confusion, my rock of refuge in sinking sand.  Amen

Look to the right and see: there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for my soul. I cry to you, O LORD; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.  Psalm 142:4-5

If we do something wrong and disappoint those close to us, we can try to right the wrong by doing something to make it up to them.  The offense will be erased as we create a better memory within the relationship.  But what of the times when we are the disappointment?  How can we ever know peace within our own heart?

Perhaps this already touches the place of your deepest wound. You could tell me your story in many ways. 

“I am the wrong gender because my parents wanted a boy.”

“My parents didn’t want children.  My arrival was a disappointment.”

“I’m a scientist but my parents wanted an artist.”

“I’m emotional, my parents are rational, and they don’t understand me.”

“I’m an obstacle because my birth stood in the way of a parent’s career.”

You might reason that if the people you love, and look up to, reject you, you must be worthless.  This is emotionally crippling until Jesus offers a way of escape. The cure is to be the object of His desire.  He says, “I want you.  I love you.  Be mine.”   He, alone, heals the wound of disappointment.

“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”  C.S. Lewis

Whatever Your hand fashions, You call ‘good’.  I am Your creation.  If You didn’t want me, You wouldn’t have made me.  And You gave Your life for mine because You wanted me with you that much.  Amen

How often they rebelled against him in the wilderness and grieved him in the desert! Psalm 78:40

For the past week, I’ve been wondering how much I care about the passions of God’s heart.  He wants to advance the kingdom.  Do I feel the same passion?  He also grieved about some things.  Do I discern and take part in what He might be feeling?  Does His pain move me? 

God sent Jesus to birth many children into the kingdom. We are the adopted offspring and are being re-parented to maturity.  But the result is catastrophic if we don’t submit to His parenting.  We languish where we were meant to thrive, and God’s dreams for us are thwarted.  Then God grieves.

• Last Sunday, someone needed to come to the altar to repent of his sin.  The chains holding him captive could have been broken but the pastor didn’t listen to the Spirit about making an altar call.
• Last Sunday, a woman who was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer attended church.  God prompted someone to pray for her healing, but that person was too nervous to approach her and dismissed the nudging.
• Last Sunday, a couple was hanging onto their marriage by a thread.  They decided to file for divorce on Monday morning.  God had a saving word for them, but the sermon that should have been preached was never birthed.

While I should be heartbroken for the people who missed opportunities for healing, (through no fault of their own,) I should be even more saddened for the Father who dreamt of blessing His children but saw sinful humanity fail to cooperate. 

I’m asking God to help me understand, more deeply, His heart and His passion.  Perhaps it’s possible for me, and you, to comfort the heart of a grieving Father.

It’s not about what I want.  It’s all about what You want, about me embarking on Your dreams.  I’m here.  Amen

My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.  Psalm 131:1-2

One of my all-time favorite songs is Be Born In Me.  It’s sung by Francesca Basttistelli.  This lyric arrests me.  Did you wrap yourself inside the unexpected – so we would know that love would go that far?    Yes, He sure did.  Because when unexpected events come, my love for God can be stretched.  I wonder if my love will go as far as my fears.

The unexpected can encompass something I fear might come true.  Worried, I keep entrusting my misgivings to God and then I rest because I believe He will take care of i.  But if God doesn’t spare me, will He no longer be a refuge?  Will resting no longer be possible?

It takes effort to disentangle myself from the conflict of my soul and to go home as a ‘weaned child rests against his mother.’  (Psalm 131) Consider it from Eugene Peterson’s, THE MESSAGE. God, I’m not trying to rule the roost, I don’t want to be king of the mountain, I haven’t meddled where I have no business or fantasized grandiose plans. I’ve kept my feet on the ground, I’ve cultivated a quiet heart, like a baby content in its mother’s arms, my soul is a baby who is content.  

God told us throughout scripture that we are in a war and we are not home yet.  Resting lets me catch my breath in God’s arms while the wind blows.  Resting lets me settle my soul in His embrace. Resting lets me collect my thoughts for my next steps.  Resting reminds me that, even in the worst of things, He will have the last word.  Resting helps me remember to cling to the Victor when it appears Satan is winning.  Resting facilitates focus in chaos.   

I rest in the character of God, not in the expectation that He will deliver me from all pain. Peace is found in the security of One all-knowing and wise.  He sees what I cannot, and as it was for Jesus, God’s plan is redemptive even when a plot line appears senseless.  My life is hidden in Christ and is destined for glory no matter how things look on this calendar day.

You are my firm foundation in confusion, my rock of refuge in sinking sand.  Amen

The law of the LORD is perfect, refreshing the soul. The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy, making wise the simple. Psalm 19:7

Suppose an intruder came to your house and wanted to vandalize. They emptied every kitchen cabinet and left piles all over the floor. Then they opened flour, sugar, and spices – and just dumped the contents. What chaos. Would you walk away and just leave it all, live life like nothing happened, or would you put everything back in order?  Seems like an elementary question but I’m always surprised by the level of chaos, externally and internally, that has taken a person over and become their way of life.

God introduced confusion as a judgment. The peoples of the earth had come together to build a tower for their own gain.  There was order and unity but for an unholy agenda. To cripple their efforts, God separated them by many languages. If they couldn’t understand one another, they wouldn’t be able to work together.

I find that chaos and chaotic thinking are still signs of evil. One who is in the grip of the evil one devises a logic that weaves webs. No matter how much you try to understand them and their behavior, the more tormented you become. You just can’t ever get to the bottom of the issue. The best thing anyone can do is stop trying to make sense of what is senseless.

I heard someone say that at Babel, God pronounced judgment on evil by using many languages to confuse. At Pentecost, He brought blessing and kingdom advancement by taking many languages and creating order.

Anytime I am swirling in the midst of confusion and think God is the author, I have attributed something to God that is not His. He is simple yet deep, profound, clear, and concise. The kingdom is well-ordered. His statutes are written in pristine legal language.

Help me step above the chaos to the serenity of Your order. Amen